by Ailish Bracken
- Your arm
lies lazily across my back
as I lie on my stomach, uncontent.
Squeezed together in my tiny bed
your post-fuck cigarette hanging from your lips
eyes constantly watching mine.- We share the smoke silently
I watch my shadow to get the perfect line
as I push the smoke through my teeth
the warmth of our skin is comforting
and the smoke fills the room slowly.- This was always my favourite part.
after the sweat and the semen,
to be completely silent and just stare.
the awkward part is over and my naked skin
is covered by you and the smoke.- Its never the same when Im alone,
no one congratulates my genius smoke lines.
I watch my clothed shadow blow them
but there is never a break when you take it
and try your best to give me a blow back.- Its never quite the same anymore.
Im no one's dirty little secret now,
I have to make my own but that hurts
its simpler when you are a secret
reality is the farthest thing from our minds.- But thats all I have now.
