nicotine curls around snakestain fingertips
a palpable venom hanging from your tongue
.drips. on the pavement, a momentary silence
caught in the buzzards of street lamps
examined and consumed.
And I?
I am left breathless; gasping for air
crucified at the edge of your lips
a martyr of thought and happenstance
body humming with anticipatory silence.
your fingers twitch; a minute decadence
an inflection gathered in your throat
coiled and bound
kismet colliding in your eyes
And I?
I am sent spinning starbound;
head full of dust and crickets
supernovas and Saturn wedged in my chest;
human tinfoil floating lonely through space.
Whole volumes were written
  in the gaps of your song.