Under the Canopy

Her head rose to meet my gaze
     Eyes crimson and ablaze
Inhaled then exhaled
     Leaves from her favorite tree

My hope rose in unison with her breasts
     She offered, letting me caress.
Softer skin I'd never held
     Lighter than the foliage she respired
Way up high
     We agreed to meet again
Underneath the canopy of smoke and leaves.

But her lungs burnt out young
     Mine have cursed me with a few years more
So I can taste her in every dark alley,
     On the tip of every cigarette.
I hear her voice in the haze
     Can still see those crimson eyes ablaze
Every time I join her
     Under the canopy of her favorite garden.