up in smoke
a smoldering cigarette, perched on pillows of pink
a breath is taken in
clear gray smoke spirals into a raw breeze
layers between us
brick walls that I push
to no avail
our pale exteriors, fervent flames igniting the dark
anemic hands caress anemic cheeks
as scarlet roses blaze through a delicate visage
she moves closer, her leg urging mine
the ardor of her limb pulverizing the thick walls
fragments crumble, striking our bodies
night shatters sleep
ushering in the morning
a citrus sky,
a raw and vacant bedside.
No artful frame lingering against me.
No sunrise osculation.
A cement wall rises with an acidic lemon sky.