Photo by Graham A Stephen (http://geotopoi.wordpress.com)
You touch me; I spark.
Smoldering flame to your lips.
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
*inspired by a friend’s lighter and cigarette
**Where there’s smoke, there’s fire is an old proverb
Photograph by Graham A Stephen (Click here to visit and follow his blog). ❤
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Poet Rummager 
I think you just torched years of anti-smoking progress. Anyone got a light?
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😀 😀 Here, baby — 🔥
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Never fail to enlighten me with your poetry and fill my morning with Laughter 😀
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Thank you!! Ah, to know I fill your morning with a bit of joy warms me! 🙂
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What can I say? Excellent, clever and amusing, as always.
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Thank you! What a sweet comment💖!
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You’re very welcome. 🙂
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Powerful!
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Thank you!
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Is there a Fireman in the house?
The woman is aflame. Lol.
I agree with BunKaryudo up there ⬆️
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Lol! You’re so clever and kind! Nice arrow 😀
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Unless your friend is vaping. ;>)
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Ooh, that’s a good one! 🙂
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Your writing expresses the power and energy of romance You create a visual out of light and kinetics. Truly beautiful!
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Oh, when you visit, I feel like I’m tripping the lights fantastic! Thanks for sparkling up the dark around here with your glowing words 🙂
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Incendiary sentences!
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Love your description! Thanks Graham.
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Yeah, but kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray.
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Agreed! But I didn’t kiss a smoker — this haiku was inspired by a friend’s lighter and cigarette; not his smokey lips 😀
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