he didn't walk.
he floated,
he surged,
he danced through the door.
the soles of his shoes flirted
with the tiled floor
as he made his way to me.
i indulged in the pleasure
of watching his eyes
change colors
with the disappearing sun.
he drew in smoke
from his cigarette
and blew it gently
in my face.
i was so in love.