The Wait

      The cigarette smoke blows around her face as she slowly exhales

she was trying to tell me to give her mouth to mouth.

      I thought to myself that if she were to choke

I would start to go pale in the face of death and begin to head south.

      Her body could kill a man with a simple distraction with each movement she makes.

I stare and imagine me touching her soft skin slowly to cherish each touch I take.

      My mind has a fraction of the time for her but my soul has me clutching so tightly I am trapped

not awake.

      In a dream i can only see her face in front of my lips waiting for me to pull forward.

We wait and wait but, then there is nothing to begin with or to end with.