slunk
noiselessly
candy on my breath
past a weeping violin.
I tore out my smile
and rolled it like a cigarette
smoldering gently.
He began to smoke
and my guilt subsided
the smoke caught in his wrinkles
and my nakedness chattered.
I think I love the night
with its wolfish yellow eyes
the burn of anti-sleep
pacing at my window
smelling the rain
the pointed teeth of exuberant melancholy
catching your throat
as it hops away
like a frog.