we lit up
on the flame of one another's company
the smoke doused us in laughter
and the sky
was big enough,
just for a little while
we were infinite:
more terrified of blinking
than being too small
chewing on black holes
just to pass the time
leaving a fingerprint
with no identity attached
but the black holes got sour
and we spit them out
with the stray embers
caught on our bitter tongues
we buried the cigarettes in the dirt,
footprints their only grave marker
i need a smoke, and your lips to share it with.