Incendiary

I didn't know you smoked. 

Pause. A glance. Askew. 

I rarely do. 

I'm not judging. Just making a comment. 

There is that move, the female form as it inhales the lit cigarette, the embers burnishing bright drawn by the inflow of oxygen as her lip purses around it, the slight narrowing of the nostrils and the movement of her head to slightly turn away, the mouth slightly askew to blow the gray smoke down and out so not to cloud the distance. It is like a dance move. 

And the look after. Like an annoyance. A "what now" kinda gaze. 

But to me it reminds me of an old and interesting saying. Because I have always been somewhat partial to a kiss in the middle of a cigarette. The depth of it, a different kind of sense. A more physical connection for some mad reason. 

The saying:  I feel sorry for anybody who kisses me in the future because all they will taste is you.