…we float into companionship,

finding pieces of yourself in the odd ones,

lost puzzles to feel whole again,

eventhough that completeness,

must have been from another life,

memory fails me, filling myself with foolery,

trying to fit into new places for exploration,

curiosity and flowing towards flames,

so we let the fumes deep,

lungs heavy and drunken limbs,

then we meet with smokey eyes…