Pacifique Niyitanga

Smokes and Love

A sip with a kiss,

We twos the piece;

 

The missing peace,

Tar made our bliss;

 

Fingers slip in bra,

Smokes in the sky;

 

Rolling wide eyes,

Jerk off, no climax;

 

Lost in the old lies,

Sex frozen by woe;

 

A route in a garden,

A house and beans;

 

Dew on the heads,

Walk till tomorrow;

 

Drink and smoke it,

With none but tears.