Smoke and Mirrors

How often she has taken me to her lips,
The taste of honey-smoke dreams wafting,
Drifting like handfuls of dripping arias,
Intoxicating, the poisonous laughter,
So I, enthralled and blissful, seek,
Her incandescent eyes reflecting eternity,
Of the hollow of my soul.

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