I lose you for a moment
as you exhale slowly,
smoke rising lazily from your lips
and obscuring your features.
You offer me the cigarette
and I take a long drag,
closing my eyes as
smoke and nicotine and chemicals
seep through me.
I exhale.
My eyelids flutter open
and take in the sight
of you standing beneath the stars.
Your eyes smolder
as you reach for my hips
and pull me close,
the cigarette still burning
steadily between my fingers.
You don’t speak
but your kiss speaks for you,
giving me the words that
you don’t quite know how to say,
the words that reside
on the tip of your tongue.
When you finally pull away
the taste of you lingers,
sharp and sweet and unquestionably
mine.
I bring the dying cigarette back to my lips
but now it tastes like your kiss,
so I inhale slowly
and breathe you into me.
