a cigarette is clenched between her teeth and as she takes a deep drag, she tilts her head back to exhale a trail of smoke curls and leaves her parted lips drifting into the twilight sky only a trace of its smell is left in its wake she looks over the edge of the balcony that hangs over her pool putting her pressure on her elbow the blue hues danced across her face white and blue swim on her skin, a projection, a reflection the ashes that fall off her cigarette fall into the pool and decide to either float or sink into oblivion the horizon that was once god’s strawberry cotton candy melted into the dark burnt curtain of night and as the stars awoke one by one she took my hand into hers, and flicked the remains of the cigarette into the unnatural blue below “come with me” she whispered, breathless, a smile on her face, a bit more than buzzed we ran up the stairs laughing, and i could already taste her strawberry lips and feel her soft tongue as night was defeated by light we lay down to our earned slumber in the queen sized bed half covered by blankets and soaked in sweat as we sink deeper into each other the fantasies that once filled our mouths come to life, bursting, drifting, exposed i would have it no other way
for rosa diaz, and although she is a fictional character, she appears in my day dreams and night fantasies .