We exhaled in the morning sun
shining through the Venetian blinds.

The slotted bars of light
were almost tangible in the haze
of swirling blue carcinogens,
and I reached out to touch them.

The dust motes dodged my slow
grasp nimbly, almost dancing
with my fingers in the ambiance.

Fascinated, I looked at her
to see if she shared in my awe,
and saw my illuminated hand
reflected in her glazed eyes
as if reaching for something
that I've held all along.