Nihilist

She holds her cigarette like a counter-point

smoke makes complex glyphs as her knuckles jitter

she rarely makes eye contact,

I’m caught in the cloud of Chanel No 5 and tobacco

while she tries to explain nihilism, Satanism

and 16^th century architecture

none of this matters, I’m an existentialist anyway

I just want to hear the rise and fall of her voice

I want to watch her lungs expand in between her lectures

live within the toss of that dark hair,

when she runs her fingers through

she squints every time she takes a drag

and coughs, she’s new to this

I’m not, I’m only here for the brief moments

she stops searching the room

and her eyes envelop me

Reviews

[Nefertiti Virtudes Ahme..]

JR...you have done it again.

You made me feel like I was there. Feeling the sensations and smelling the aromas. I felt as if I were in a 60’s crime novel. I love this. Kudos!!

[JR]

Thanks, I was hoping that would come across like it did.