Blue Cigarettes
seduced by the taboo
squeezed through the window to find you four then five on your fire escape we speak through shapes the smoke drew shoulders meeting attention fleeting summer night waiting under bright streetlights you’re so elegant a friend I could have and what was your accent? alcohol fueled warmth bringing our stories together reveal your blue cigarettes we’re gushing obsessed thick eyeliner hair to the side this moment I’ve been waiting for all my life halfway through it gets boring pass the blue cigarette back to you I’m grateful for the story i just wanted to be included— wanted to show you I’d do it.
Beautifully done. I love how you've structured it, too.
The last line completely recontextualizes everything that comes before it. It turns a small gesture into something much more universal... the quiet ways we try to earn our place in a moment. Beautiful Lila <3