Victoria-Jade
香港香蕉，演藝夢想
I often think of what it’s like to be in an opium smoker’s head
Lips wetting the pipe
lying down one side
On
an
old
bamboo
couch
Swirl and lick
Something sensual about the way those eyes daze
As if their soul had just departed
Calling for absence
I want to capture the smoke that comes out from the pipes
Catch the remaining wisps of a mind’s sea as they flow out into the air
Pluck them
Cradle them in my hand until I’m cradled by them
I have too many night cravings for
the scent of human breath and charred leaves
It leaves a path for you to follow
Footsteps scattering haze to the wind
