numbing silence blankets the senses;

cotton muffles the sound of the

bleached duvet coating the sight of the

dampened clouds melting on tongues to taste the

crisp of the breeze carrying the scent of the

dulled pines weighed down with flakes that caress the

spirit that echoes the sound of the

flickering moon that brings into view the

candle in the window and the taste of the

leftover sweetened sunset from the touch of the

lips of my lover

to mine

"You know what's just as addictive and twice as expensive as a line of coke?"
You slip out of my vision like a fallen credit card.
Your eyes touching my thigh and
your nose a smoke carton's width away from the coffee table
"Two lines of coke."