And softly, he exhaled,
Tattooed chest falling
Like the tide
In rhythmic succession,
My mind  
Wondering whether or not I loved him
Right then.
Cigarette smoke drifting in circles
Tantalising around his lips
As if glass could shatter
If I reached out
From the screen,
Fingertips grazing the surface
of someone so close, so clear,
Somewhere far, far away.

An afternoon after rain
In faint musty humidity
Under a champagne-candied sky
That spring was terribly sweet
Sweet and slightly suffocating
The day I chose to love