Stained fingertips lightly lift the lit cigarette to lips long quiet, the moon above the only voice my own blown smoke the only pattern; but a tiny hand is sneaking past my ribcage and tapping lightly there, for on a moonlit night I can linger on crossroads longer, than in the light of day. Not my best, but was trying to go somewhere here that "almost" worked. Any suggestions? Vetty :leaving:
I like the use of alliteration (I think that's the right term). It seems to have a nice flow. Peace and love
