Smoke by Emily Bunce
I abhor the milky night sky
As I watch the tendrils
Of smoke winding around my lips to trace
The gossamer illumination of tonight’s blue moon
Lonely is the wait
To trace not the moon
With the thread of smoke
From my last lucky cigarette
But the tan rolling
Cliffs and valleys,
Strong enough and vast enough
To swallow me whole
Slinking the lengths
My lips the tool
To trace those rolling valleys
Tonight, I am alone
Under the blue moon
My only company
The last tendril of diaphanous smoke
Speaking to and loving the moon
Tonight.
