S f u m a t o S m i l e S

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Poetry
I.
She once stopped
imagining w h a t - i f s
and  e m b e l l i s h i n g 
her sleepless nights
with troublesome
i n n u e n d o e s

          /  Untamed she grew
               and f e r t i l e dreams 
                she inhabited
                          *
             For it felt wilder
         to dance fox-like than
    to grow white h a i r s  /


II.
A fiery figure
ready to jump
into a  l o o m i n g
sea of
unfinished 
     v
        e
     r
        s
     e
        s

Her unblinking eyes
facing that
s t o r m y screen—
the one kept dirty
by her d r i p p i n g
words

III.
She once stopped
imagining w h a t - i f s
and embellishing 
her sleepless nights
with troublesome
i n n u e n d o e s

          /  Untamed she grew
               and fertile d r e a m s 
                she inhabited
                          *
             For it felt wilder
         to dance fox-like than
    to grow white h a i r s  /

IV.
Sparkling fingertips
painting it all
b r i g h t
       b o l d, 
 y  e  l  l  o w ,

For she stopped 
imagining w h a t - i f s
and started speaking
in unspoken
   v
        e
     r
        s
     e
        s

V.
 Forever 
embellishing
her d a r k e n e d 
   dreams
          with  
    S      f     u   m   a  t  o
        s      m      i        l       e     S

The Author

Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

6 Comments

  1. This is excellent, vintageblack! I love the first two verses so I’m glad you repeat them. The idea of overthinking is so relatable and many a night’s sleep has been ruined by one imagining innuendoes where there weren’t any! You express it so well. I also love this line:

    “For it felt wilder
    to dance fox-like than
    to grow white hairs”

    <3

    • Thanks Sunra!It’s really lovely to hear that you enjoyed and found it so relatable 🙂 I poured my “foxy”-spirited and overthinking soul into it hahha 💛 Anna

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