the way the sun hits
warming up my soul
ashes floating down pass my feet

your lips are like that
first breath in
fresh first fleeting
hit from that first cigarette
wishing you were my first
knowing you can’t be my last

the smell of new pavement
streets after a rain
feeling cool and warm
hot and cold
dizzy
raindrops on my skin
as welcome and unexpected
as your waning grin
as shocking
as the first time you kissed me

hands on my skin
my skin
my skin