Smolder

Full moon tonight and you light your cigarette without looking up.
Smoke circles your head in thick curls.
Cherry of your cigarette disappears, and appears again.
I'm against a brick wall outside of this bar, 20 feet away.
Watch you dig your fingernails into your palm, deep in thought.
Pale orange crawls across your face.
Glow without caution, the freedom calls to me.
Suddenly, I remember holding hair back.
I answer the door with roses, I fall out of the shower.
Sink my nails into someone different in the dark.
Feels dirty, feels wrong.
Pirated light from the eyes.
No more darkness to pull from.
A vacuum touch, and the fire's gone.
I look for you, but can't get up.