Out in the sobering cold,
I asked for a cigarette, you knew I wanted more.
I asked you three times so you said:
“What are you looking for?”
I didn´t answer. I smiled.
Piece of paper.
You learned a truth.
Something I wouldn’t share with no one else. But you.
Through your specs you read:
“Like the moon, when the sun sleeps is my time to shine”.
“Like an owl, in the night is where I find light”.
It took a second or two,
to paint a smile in your face.
“Just like the chemistry between two actors,”
I thought, “This thing can get real”.
Just like the chemistry between two actors,
The feeling got real, real quick.
Your hand on my face.
Your voice on my neck.
And you said,
“Put your lips on your fist and hit me.”
“Come closer, let your eyelash kiss me”.
And that very next morning,
under the warmth of my bed,
we shared your last cigarette.