sweet smoke

In my imagination I’m looking
into your eyes as you smile;
the soft warmth of your thigh
touches my cheek as I breathe
you into my lungs; I am stoned
on the sweet smoke of your beauty;
I hold you in my lungs
as long as I can and then exhale
a long, deep and delirious sigh
toward the vault of stars
in the sky shining like glitter
on your skin … and am finally satisfied