Huffing

A half-finished hotel

roof, cold and my black jacket

too big for you.

We sluiced in a mix and took

turns burying our faces in it.

Your ivory skin

fluoresced in the open moonlight,

your eyes expanded, engulfing everything

except your cavernous,

laughing sky-mouth with stars arranged

as angled teeth,

rotating slowly through the night.

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

This is the most current version of Huffing.