directors cut

she laid there-

smokey eyes washed

in the light,

radiating nirvana.

the spliff still

lingered,

and the rise

kept rising.

the movie was loud,

her laugh,

louder.

my mind began to curiously swim,

as her palms and

divinity

sink in.

and the credits are rolling

off the film.

and her eyes fell.

lashes heavy upon

the light, the breath-

mindless.

and the light

bled from her

body regardless.

as smoke rose into

the night.