He knows how to light up my evenings and brighten my mornings. He would give me the songs of the stars, he would ignite me with a sheen of sweat. flushed, I grace my cigarette with a kiss from the flame, like he enflames me and we rise through this cloud of smoke. burnt, we are caught within the barrel of time, our infinites between then and now. I ***** out the cigarette with his memories and together we are born by the clouds up to the distant sun.