the way you smoke a cigarette

  by Calista Dirdja

I used to hate cigarettes,
but you make me feel like I never did –
the way you smoke,
it's bewitching.

One who stares
could then be just sinking
and falling.

And now, look at you,
standing on the corner with that blue denim
covering your shirt and the sharp eyes
you possess, you move your long legs toward
my bench and say, 
"I can't promise you to stop
smoking today, but I promise I'll change."

And then,
you promptly sit beside me,
starting to enjoy your espresso–with style.

Honey,
I don't ask you anything. 
You're perfect.