"Change the song!"

Another evening spent in your arms

With smoke engulfing you

And me

My kohl is smudged by the tip of your nose

And laughter emanates

As tickling leads me to

Extricate myself from your grip.

Then all that remains is your silhouette

With every feature marked out with chalk.

It is then that I fear

You getting lost among the crowd

You do know of course

That I've kept you safe

From the rest of the world

And I don't want anything to ever touch

Those laugh lines.

Never.

I want to go on making you 18-second promises

And boss, and threaten

And spend smoke engulfed evenings.

Ever.