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: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...