a daylight's disposition

a daylight's disposition

 

 

we shared a Winston or two

and touched toes under the table

wicked glances

unwarranted passion doing smoke rings

in secret,

your eyes held mine

with every minimal glimpse

 

yet we resisted

knowing the consequence

and i live with that regret

every instance of memory

 

i gave up cigarettes years ago

but the glimpses are still like a nicotine habit

 

even though the rings evaporated 

in one suspended night---and

 

you gave up the thought of me

the very moment the clock struck that night

into morning.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/12/17

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's just like the words of the old Hank Williams Jr. song, "Old habits like you are hard to break..." Here's to kicking the things that make us sick and keeping the things that make us tick eh? A good read as always.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Fabian..
j.