she smokes her cigarettes like she smokes her chains,

luminsecent, i can see your breath through the clog

"can you undestand?" she aks

through this deep longing

question after question;

her step is swan-like

"i can see you through the haze"

she laughs and touches your elbow

"i can't see no smoke," she answers

and keeps caressing your elbow

like it's Peter Pan in her fairytales

{ i love you," she whispers

and nothing exists but a winter ember }