Sunday, March 8, 2015

Smoke in my eyes

Only until the end of this cigarette
a moment, maybe or not at all
while watching the red tip or ashes fall
my memory will wander to when we met
or when our bodies touched and juices blended
the car lights dancing on an office wall
only briefly will I allow recall
the dinner dance we once attended
your eyes attached to my chest until done
and leaving - how can I forget
your body strokes, each and everywhere
too soon over, but oh not yet
gone now my stars, you and the sun
alone now, my empty eyes wet