there are five of us, shivering at the side of the house
passing two joints around
raindrops floating to the ground like tiny stones
fading into my clothes, illuminating the ends of your hair
you hold the glowing joint to my lips
I close my eyes, pull hard
your face becomes lost in my smoke and I laugh
we all laugh
your arms are so tight around my shoulders, your calloused fingertips on my back
im so happy
you draw in December air
My lips around your open mouth, stealing your smoke
You smile at me with your glittery, hopeful eyes
*come, come with me