Monday Mornings

You reminded me of a Monday morning cigarette break

That between awake and asleep

Feeling

Wishing

the day away

With my rolled-up heart

Charred around the edges

 Wishing for white sheets and plump pillows

But lusting for the blackness

That came with your presence.

Your kiss with its darkness

And your charcoal throat

The same warmth

that arrived with a raspy inhalation

of smoke through nose to chest,

My tar lungs and cigarette breath.

Burnt out amber

Of orange and black  

Sparks against pavement

The miniature fireworks

Under my fake Laboutin shoe.

You were my

Narcotic, Insomniac Addiction

Darling, Come Monday morning

I thought of you.

-Tina Rose

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One thought on “Monday Mornings

  1. Good morning Tina Rose. I wanted to thank you for dropping by my blog and for introducing me to yours. Whenever I visit a new site, I always enjoy wandering back to its beginnings. I always find them to be most inspiring and this post… “Monday Mornings” has capture my intrigue. Thank you so much for sharing your artistry with us and for allowing me to spend my morning wandering through your words.

    Hope your day is most beautiful…

    Michael

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