Disclaimer: I'm writing FMA poetry. Seriously people, if I owned any part of FMA, do you think I would have the time to be writing FMeffingA poetry?
AN: I'm tired out of my wits. Hence the lackluster title. The pairing (because there is always a pairing) is...well, if I wrote this poem right, you should be able to figure that out from reading it! So if you have no idea who the characters I'm writing about are, please let me know! Enjoy!
"Smoke"
Somewhere
along the lines, the smoke
became
a reminder, a punishment;
no
longer the comfort
it
used to
be.
He
exhaled, closed his eyes as he puckered his lips
and
as the fag touched them
he
imagined a pair of lips instead, soft
and
forceful. He
brought
his arm back to his side
and
exhaled again, the smoke curling around
him,
the scent heavy, his imagination lacing it with
sweat.
And
he smiled. He
had
smelled like this, the grey ashy scent
clung
to him like a lover and hid
even
in his most secret and sacred
of
places.
But
the mouth that tasted of fire
the
mouth that sent him ablaze, in the middle of the night
called
out another name…