the lie

Blind fold Sir
No thanks but I’ll have that last cigarette
From across the sand
She’ll walk up and light it
Look into my eyes
Then I’ll wish I had asked for the blindfold
She lightly place her hand on my shoulder
Drift to the side to tell me in a whispered drawl that she’ll miss me
But we both know it’s a lie
She says it in a way that sounds convincing
And if the pile of shards were intact
I might actually believe it
Whispered so close that her warmth chills me
Brushing her fingers against my lips
She pulls the cigarette from my grip
I exhale visibly
She smiles then winks at me and draws deeply
Inhaling what feels to be part of me
She leans in close her cheek so close to mine
Her eye lashes graze against my face
She pulls away slowly
A last glance into my eyes
Her finger tips pause again
Just a moment on my lips
The cigarette back to my mouth
Watching her lift her fingers to her lips
Gently presses down and closes her eyes
A second here then gone my eyes close
I breath acrid thick sweetness and her smell
Slowly opening my eyes
She is walking away
A few steps back ward never breaking her gaze
Just before turning away
He hair floating on the wind
Then the thunder



Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,