knuckle sandwich II

flame lit glance
across at me
first sight
lost in the mix
of fire light
and then gone
but not forgotten
searching
found in the absence
of light
sun seared
morning rustlings
a day spent
listlessly mingling
stolen drops of joy
in a misplaced goodbye
recollections fueled
imagery
a fortnight of
guilty pleasure
midnight passings
quick stop
tickled pink
in passing
circle me lingering
sweet subtle taste of smoke
remains