I'd offer a cigarette, but you don't smoke. Your lungs so pure and free from choke. French inhale, blue smoke rise and fall to. The ground looks so vertical, when we lay on our side. Is it okay if we stay until the sun rises? And falls again. The dew from the grass has dampened our clothes, so I watch you undress, as smoke enters my nose. French inhale. Your bare breasts rise in the sunlight, and fall again as this perfect day turns into a perfect night. And fall again. I'll feel you warm and soft in the cold of moonlight's open heart, my forever sweet. Together we'll entangle, forever we'll entwine in the blue smoke rising from my french inhale.