Playing catch up for day 17. I posted day 16 directly on NaPoWriMo's comment section since it was a short poem. For Day 17, the prompt was to write a poem similar to a Nocturne (a poem set at night and melancholic)....
Night
Moments
I glide into
your mouth
Along with
your cigarette
Smoke. The
cylinder of white paper
And tobacco
sucking
Your wet tongue
Dry with
heat and cinder.
There are no
peace pipes between us.
I want to cry
the black night into stars,
Connect tears
into our names,
The curves
of our faces.
But no one
will write us into the sky.
Our names
and bodies
Masked and
stifled by time,
No one will
remember this moment,
Except you
and I.
Only tears
and your smoke,
In the air,
Impermanent,
Will signal
the future
To come a
little closer
And proceed.
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