Confusion Crosswalk

The ashes climbed your cigarette

You carelessly drop another hit of E

and put on your night time sunglasses, combat boots, and favorite vest.

SEXY SEXY. Your beats move your hips, legs, feet down the street an object of desire.

We are all entranced by your manner of walking.

Astonished even, that despite your sorry state the embers have not yet fallen to the floor.

Bemused am I by your careful descriptions of atmosphere and thickness.

Obssessed are we by our desire to hold you within us and become you.

The I trinity.

He/she,  I, You.

I am we are you are... I am.

Will you shoulder the  days to come when I am in mourning at the intersection of our lives?