Summer sweat, sweet tobacco

Cigarettes.

I drank in the moments like single shots of

Whiskey hats.

I cooked up tacos filled with

Chicken bits

And looked into your eyes.

I fell into them,

Weighed down by emotional brick and mortar,

Dragged to the depths

of lake water and sea foam and cilantro.

So sweet.

So please,

Pull me back up with your words

and stories about the old days.

The cold way

That winter brought you down and spring

Resurrected.

The third day when my bricks became wicks and we lit them

Aflame with seconds and hours lost

To each other in this summer’s sweat of sweet tobacco

Cigarettes.