She hops out of bed
landing gracefully,
as her cat watches in awe.

Pillows
and covers
and sheets
and toys,
lay strewn around.

A just loved wetness between her legs,
she trembles at the first hit of her cigarette.

She is life
and it is death.

Together they dance,
a lovely silhouette.

And in the background
I cannot help,
but hold my breath.