Description
Winds guide the flowing wafts of smoke through the open window; your lover is over there and she overlooks a crowded beach lit by bonfires and the full moon. Smoke from her mouth curls through the air and dances with the moonbeams as they gently enter one by one through the window. You get up from the red couch, almost in a stupor, as she exhales more smoke into the air; the smoke blurs her form and you have a hard time telling where she begins and the vapors ends.
You join her at the window and see palm trees gently stroking the wind. You copy their motions with her, brushing the smoke away, eventually touching her hair. Moonbeams reflect off her hair with the same dotted texture you see on the ocean You overlook the beach, longing for something more while savoring what you have.
