Late Night and Camel Lights

There is a tight tenderness
to the way I clench a cigarette
in my teeth.
Shadows flirt with the few feet of moonlight
in the room as I cup my lighter
to my face.

The tangy tobacco
whirls deathly delicate in my chest.
Ashtray balanced on my naked torso,
I wiggle my scarlet toes form the
catacombs created within the bed sheets.

"Do you want me to stay?" he whispers at my side.
I take a blase` drag. "Nah," I exhale.
I don't do sleepovers.
Rather, I enjoy the trashy comings
and goings reserved traditionally
for a man.

I wonder if ther is any leftover quiche.

Responses

4 comments so far.

1. Frederick Kesner says:

   this is so 'in the moment'
   right up my alley.
   thanks for sharing.
   and thanks for commenting on mine.

2. andrea says:

   I loved this!

3. Steve Jones says:

   stark and visual, with a fine blend of reality and eventuality. The best poem i have come accross on this site!

4. andrea says:

   I have just read this poem again. The imaagery is brilliant!!! "Rather, I enjoy the comings and goings reserved traditionally for a man." I loved this! Spoken from my heart on so many levels. One of the best I've read!
   I hope you are working on more.