Spewing forth cigarette smoke
Through hair hanging lank
Into night air -
Your breath is a dragon's cape
I tread the same six bars over and over to your house
The trees and the lampposts sharing shadows that overlap
Ant-like commuter columns trudge alongside me
Organic and linear at once
It is survival of the fittest
besuited
And here I am:
Naked at the end of your sentence.