By hand you etch
Ink into your thigh
Breathing images
Into your skin

With shaky breaths
My lips brush the needle marks
Pulsing red and poked poison
Into the crook of your elbow

One after another we smoke
Eclipse the needed words in exhales
Fingers grazing we oscillate
Between restrained inhales

In the hazy darkness
Mist destroyed distinction -
Your face is nothing but a surface
To reflect the glow of the street lights

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