I hold my breath

barely daring to hope

ignoring the flutter

you alone create

Instead I stare

at the smoke, curling

from the end of the cigarette

your hands rolled.

SueƱo de usted;

of the sweet scented halo

hanging crooked on your head.

you remain pure.

I exhale, parting my lips

as though about to divulge a secret.

I can't, but please do not doubt

your word's power.