A smoke in your
hand
and a drink to your
lips
(how I watched you
oh
how I watched you).

Two steps and I can
smell
the smoke.
(the heat in the
room
is so comfortable)

Four steps and my
belly
touches your back.
(with only my
shirt
and your
shirt
as the barrier)

I take your
smoke
(rather
bold
of me, yea?)
and light the
cherry
with my
Amaretto sour
flavored mouth.

But now you
won't
let me leave
the space I
came into.
(your hand
holds
my wrist)

My eyes
alight
with a desire I know
you
can see.

Now you
stand
till your eyes
tower
over mine
(the heat, smoke
and drink I can
smell
only centimeters away
from you).

Your callused fingers
brush
against my silk skin
as you
reclaim
your cigarette
(your face
never
changed for a
second).

You light the
cherry
with your whiskey straight
flavored breath.

Letting the
remnants of now
ash
tobacco
flow from your nostrils
like the cold of
winter
(but the heat is so
fulfilling),
you walk away and
out
the door.

I'm suddenly
reminded
of the
cutting
icy blade
leaving markless
scars
on my back
(with only my
shirt
as the barrier).