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Nicotine Kisses
by Philippa JaneShe recalls
all of the long
nights spent wearing
leopard print and
sporting jeans to
tuck in the tummy but
adequately hide the
war wounds
with a sigh.
(The nights when she
would attempt to
appear as a vision
in charcoal greys
and off-black
frills and trails
leaving a contorted
fingerprint across jaded
surfaces and cramped
crawling space.)
Yet she always imagined
her frame would remain a
sweeter scent if she
allowed the nicotine-filled
smoke to surround her,
creeping into her corners
and lingering as a lasting
reminder of
the imposter residing within. 09/01/2003 Author's Note: This is a reworking of a poem I wrote in September of 2002.. but I'm still not sure if I'm (or ever will be) completely happy with it.
Posted on 09/01/2003
Copyright © 2026 Philippa Jane
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 09/02/03 at 03:11 AM i think i know her. You just get better and better each day. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 09/04/03 at 12:55 AM creeping into her corners - great line
a fantastic portrait of women everywhere. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/10/03 at 03:23 AM I like it. The allusions and secrecy are quite stunning in this verse. Great read. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 06/18/05 at 05:05 AM Wow, you should be happy with it. |
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