Walking down the avenue,
admiring how my cigarette smoke
mingles with the snow.
Gentle wisps rising,
quiet kisses falling,
but they meet midair
to dance.
I could watch this silent beauty
for days, until
a wrinkled old man closing up shop
scowls at me.
"Those things will **** you, lady."
I pause.
Shocked at the sound.
"That's the plan," I mumble,
and clumsily stride away.
The snow keeps falling
but nothing sticks.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC
Walking down the avenue,
admiring how my cigarette smoke
mingles with the snow.
Gentle wisps rising,
quiet kisses falling,
but they meet midair
to dance.
I could watch this silent beauty
for days, until
a wrinkled old man closing up shop
scowls at me.
"Those things will **** you, lady."
I pause.
Shocked at the sound.
"That's the plan," I mumble,
and clumsily stride away.
The snow keeps falling
but nothing sticks.
