your sly smile

blue light sittin' lotus-style on your a-frame in the countryside

stillness slides the door and walks inside

candle on the windowsill burned wickless through our low-lit meal

heaven only knows the things you hide

in your blue eyes

and your sly smile

tangerine on both your hands smells strong as the tobacco can

roll me up a smoke if you don't mind

touch me like that afternoon when your friends would all be over soon

and you said

what the hell