You put the life between your teeth,
the tip of your tongue brushes gently against it,
and draw a breath.
Reaching ******* and pulling it out
you look at the life,
with it's burnt edge and crumpled paper wrapping.

Watching the smoke unfurling slowly,
you contemplate leaving the life like this-
in the safety of your fingers,
away from your ever threatening mouth,
******* out all the life that is your life.

You decide against it
and slide the life back past your lips.
Breathing in, you can't help but smile,
a small,
weak,
tired smile.
You tilt your head back as life fills your lungs,
as it pumps through your veins,
diffuses into your cells.

It's smaller now, feebler.
A few ashes break away from the lit end
and glide downwards,
caught in a gust of wind.
Softly,
you press it against your lips,
dragging on your life.

Between strangers,
the many different faces,
smiling
frowning  
indifferently staring,
you
look right at
me.

With a slight hesitation,
in growing temptation,
my heart's palpation
skips about
a bit,
hereby admitting
the gratification
that flows in my veins
when our eyes meet
and you don't turn away
but rather
curl your lips
a little.

Our bright eyes
and soft sighs
wove themselves
rapid
in to both of our lives,
I realized when we sat
outside waiting
as the rain dries
around us,
fingers intertwined,
clean and
quiet
together.

Between strangers,
the many different faces,
where are
you?
smiling
frowning  
indifferently staring,
there you are
and there she is
and there's that look.

Now we're strangers
with very different faces
whose eyes don't meet.