Smog-Gazing

We call it smog gazing, this thing on your roof

Our time for just you and me

Your eyes stand cloudless

And even though the sky is starless

It stays aware, alert to our nearness

The skyline, our blanket

We kiss, our starlight

Our breath, the smog

Hazes minds with the fine lines of zipper imprint on skin

Elevator travel in space reflects tachyons

To bring your beauty on

City lights, framed in squares

Pale to the light emitted by our passion

Ignition, fuel and engine coexist in one

We, smog-gazers, our hearts phased, now set to stunned

Champions of the gravel under our feet,

We talk in-between giggle fits

About battles we’ve already won

Unpainted, your sweetness stands unjaded

Defenseless, I proffer myself to you unshielded

We smog-gaze on your roof

Our bodies the heavens and our clothing the smog that obscures the view

So we feel with our hands for the things we can’t see

Champions of the gravel beneath our feet

Because for now, we are simply content to be

Curfew the all clearing devil that takes my star away

Your touch, your beauty, and it’s the smog that remains;

Wisps of your sweet scent;

Memories of denim and pink cashmere

Waft through my head

Citrus hair and I’m sensitive to your touch

Smog gazing, city lights, and rooftops

It’s no wonder why I love you so much.

© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke