Huffing

We snuck into a half-finished hotel

to sniff cleaning solvents

and watch stars rotate overhead.

It was cold and my black

jacket was too big for you.

We found a big tin can and

sluiced in a mix and then

took turns burying our faces

in it. We fell back, and your

ivory skin fluoresced in the

open moonlight and your

matte black hair

seemed to absorb everything.

Your eyes became overwhelming

and I wanted you, angled teeth

and all.

--RFRY, added 09 Jun 06, written Spring 2005

This is v1 of Huffing.