She fades her body--
Blends molasses, peach, and artificial flavors
To glaze
Our flesh and blood in her console.

The submissive youth and the working suits—
With frigid hands they pretend to hide
From her all-knowing face,
But under their roofs they breath her in and
Wish she’d hold them tight.
We don’t hide our naked lips and eyes;
We can’t reach her but she touches us with ease.
Will she save us, will she ever?
She breathes in our tears, our cries, and
Replies, “With love I’d coat you
With silvery shine, ‘til you’d be too beautiful to hurt.”
She doesn’t cough or cry when he smokes his cigarette in pain,
But she holds his secrets like a mother,
And with his silent eyes he tells her everything;
He loves her.
I touch him lightly;
Tobacco smoke invades my body,
And I’m sorry that you love her.