82. Vintage flashlight and a leather nécessaire

here I am

again

watching smoke rings

fluttering away 

like helium filled

balloons

out to the infinite

ever expanding 

starry sky

using winking

language

I command them

to go out

and look for you

and over you

I have a flashback

of your lovely

straight face

as you were

trying to rearrange 

my pittyful

attempt

of a blunt

when that

precise warmth 

tickles

the back

of my throat

I find myself

on the driver's seat

of a parked car

in front of a 7/11

with the engine on

I must be smiling

because

I'm thinking

about you

how 

you sucked in

a little belly

when I laid

by your side

and put my arms

around you

from the back

wishing

it could last forever

and

somehow

it did