Smoking

Blond hair slicked back,

his face that of a troubled angel,

in shiny jeans and burgundy jacket,

sharp shoes, white shirt, cigarette dangling.

 

He sits idly on a stool,

one knee bent, looking cool.

If he had let me be his next,

he could be smoking after sex.

 

Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper

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