Sweetness; Sharing a Cigarette

Sweetness; sharing a cigarette
beneath the restaurant awning
as a misty rain falls.
My woman. My woman.
I am going home with you.
I’ll wake in your arms.
But now, a moment’s rest,
as the wisps of smoke
disappear into the fog.
The last call has gone out.
We are almost free.
The streetlamps haloes you.
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