an empty pocket lighter poetry in the moment when match strikes for flame that i saw in the deep of your eyes and where there’s smoke there’s fire i know but i am high and the air martial says that now is not the time for a smoke as i thumb the lighter in my pocket Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...