Evening Smoke

He fills the shadows of her mind
unexpected longings,
she thought she'd left behind.

Gentle voices whisper in the dark,
full lips moisten
and cheeks blush with his remark.

Moonlight rays illuminate his face;
with deep addiction
he always returns to this place.

She tries to charm with startled voice
trembling hands
she makes her choice.

Her own addiction, she strikes a flame
he tsk-tsks
and feels to blame.

If it were another place or time
their embrace would linger
and limbs would intertwine.

But tonight he sits along the sill
watching her puff her cigarette
while he remains stoic and still.

Could she hear his thumping heart?
It pained him, trapped in this dilemma;
not perfect together, less perfect apart.

And so she wondered about his next move;
would it be an passionate kiss
or would he scold her for things of which he does not approve?

She closed her eyes as she blew up smoke
when she opened them, he had vanished
her mind, yet again playing a vicious joke.