Ashes They Speak

Sleeping submerged,
In the bed of thorns,
Embedded by my dreams,
Are living nightmares.

Breathing fire within,
To the departing rings of smoke,
Of burning memories,
From the cigarettes of life.

Burned I am, with a smile;
When those lips kissed me off
Far away into a storm,
Spinning like a roulette.

Do hold me back, in your lips
Retained in your breath.
Till I dissolve in mirth
Of the panorama of your soul.