A Distinct Lack of Fear

“Afraid?” she said,
And laughed like crystal.

“It’s impossible to be afraid,
When you’re what everyone is frightened of.”

I remember her then,
All coarse laughter and smokey eyes.
Wisdom beyond her years,
And a smile to kill for.

“Say the word,” I thought,
“and you’ll have me.”



I’ve always loved
the way smoke curls in long warm tendrils
into the velvet black.

My mouth to yours.

I wonder if it hurts you
the way it hurts me?