Don'T Despair Poem by jkd jkd

all curled up
fetal and weeping

don't despair
though all of this is fragile and weak
like the two bands of thin blue smoke
gracefully making their way
from the cigarette between your slender fingers
to the ceiling of your basement room
it still is

so move over
let me have a drag from it
across all this distance
and barbed wire selfdefence
we can still be something

and when I take the cigarette from you
our fingers will touch
for a split second
across continents