Perfect night
The acrid smell of this lit cigarette never smelled betterthan in this spotlight.
Waxing moon, winking at us from above, watching us
in our happiest hour.
Arms seem to surround me, binding me to perfection
in the form of swirling smoke.
He smiles with complete innocence dancing in his eyes
bringing beauty to my world.
She hides behind her clouds, casting darkness around us
but not through us.
That halo around her is nothing more than light fragmenting,
broken and bursting.
In the blackness, I am safe, tangled in the roots of this tree
that seems larger than life.
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