the room is shrouded in blue
and your beautiful
naked
form
glides over to the window,
a cigarette
between two
fingers.
moonlight
drips from you
in delicate
silver pearls
and the cigarette glows orange
reminding me of nights in the city.
i watch you with pale eyes,
sleek with skin like honey.
i want to crawl inside the glowing
embers of the tobacco
so that this
heat will
flicker and burn
long after
we are
gone.