Cigarette in hand
he asks me for a light
I strike a match, watch
Smokey fingers dance
The air is thick tonight
Pregnant shadows huddle
In corners, waiting
Silver moon watches me from
A puddle at my feet
I jump aside toward the lamp
Heavy the night that falls
from me as I
Slip into the light
He splashes through the water,
Humming,
Smokey fingers trailing behind.