Inside the garden walls

smoke

a rose tinted smoke screen covers my eyes as they marvel at the sight before me

masculine hands
pinching and sprinkling

a focus takes hold of his features and my breathe becomes broken

as i sit and stare at what's taking place

our mutual poison spread on a page
for us to later enjoy and inhale

i watch
intently
as he folds and rolls,
my mind caught in a haze, considering his hands and the talent residing within them

his digits are long, his nails are short and calluses creep along the contours of his hands but yet they act so gentle while he completes his task

the smoke is soon to come as he holds out a paper cone and i put it to my lips

i hear 'a pretty girl never lights her own' as flame meets paper and smoke meets my lungs

air follows and then i breathe out

an action repeated as we take a pull or two and then pass

time starts to stall and eyes start to sag but it's worth it as the smoke completes its task
bliss
momentarily of course, but the clock is turning out of sync so i too sink, but into the softness that seems to surround me
him
he had escaped my mind but i now realise he's entirely encompassed my exterior

images of the stick at his lips gives me goosebumps
as well as his hand resting on my thigh
and his fingers tracing my neck

i'm jealous of the smoke he exhales
as i know i'll never occupy his brain as it can

i'll never be as intwined within his insides as it is

so as it reaches the roach
i decide to steal it
with a kiss