cracked

    There is shattered glass
    from where I broke a bottle yesterday.

Let it fall, he says.

         Wishing there was more in that
         flask to go around twice,
         I watch Saturday's pinprick stars
         and the spiral of smoke. 

Inhale cigarettes.

          I love those sparkling eyes,
          the way we smile under
          a canopy of constellations.

Exhale the meaning of us.