Red Haze

I watch the tip of her cigarette burn.

In the darkness, the light shows her face.

Cast in a red haze, she looks adrift.

Her eyes are lost in shadow.

The burning ember fades as her lips withdraw.

In the fleeing light I watch her exhale.

Lips spread and a slight smile forming.

The smoke flows toward me and I laugh.

I laugh at the perfect beauty of the moment.

My hand reaches up to touch her face.

Fingers wanting to caress her cheek.

Before I can rest a finger on her, I know.

Know, that it is not her with me.

The cigarette falls to the floor and burns.

My fingers touch the cold glass.

The face in the mirror is mine.

I can almost see her walking away.

The smoke following her

down the hall.

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4 Responses to Red Haze

  1. Tim Keeton says:

    I still like this one. Good work.

    Rhyme on!

  2. wondrinsoul says:

    I like the air of mystery in this one…it almost seems like it is raining outside and she is smoking alone staring out the window. There is almost a ghostly presence in the room while I read this!

  3. Kavita says:

    That was goooood!!!! A haunting reflection… no long deceptive.. This was crazy good!
    From tender and sensuous, to dark and chilling !! Nice!

  4. Fatesjoke03 says:

    Thanks!!

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