a dialogue for selene

I lit my cigarette. My third one, while I was staring at you, on a rooftop, somewhere.
I took a long drag. My mind pregnant with thoughts of you.
You, as always, are breathtaking tonight. Your faint glow bathing my silhouette.
You sit beside me, again, uninvited, arrogantly. Because you know I can’t resist having you so close.
‘So, what’s the catch this time?’ I said ‘ Why are you here?’
‘No catch’ you strained, ‘just wanted to see an old friend.’
Your distance presents an all too familiar drop.
‘Why? Why did you do it?’ My voice betraying my fears, avoiding your blinding gaze.
‘Do what?’ You look at me without the slightest trace of concern.
‘That last trick you pulled on me?’
Caressingly you bend your head closer to mine and whisper, ‘ I wanted you to learn something.’
I think to myself how can I possibly choose to fall in your dark, infinite abyss again. To wade in your sweet water of scents, delicately tormenting me.
Consumed by you again. Savoring that tart cup of attraction. I await your deluge.
‘Do you remember the first time you came here?’ I ask.
You glance at me, invitingly, and our eyes meet.
I’m blinded.
You were dressed with fire and you came with poise. And I took the bait, of course- hook, line and sinker. You caught me at the chin with a right hook. I didn’t see it coming. And you smiled, naturally, and your beauty was endearing, while my air ran out.
You pause, for effect maybe, I don’t know.
‘Yes I remember.’ You said, and a grin slips on your face.
Then there was the time when you came as a passing flood. I held out my hand long enough to feel your splendor, and then, as quickly as you arrived, you gracefully left.
I swear I heard you laughing as I watched you leave.
Of course I longed for you. Even as I deny you I longed for you.
How could I resist. You offered me a taste of delusion.
Isn’t it enough that you have been the author of my nights?
That you have to be here, again?
So near.
Now. At a time like this.
When I have been thirsting to feel you, again.
‘You have to trust me.’ You whisper.
‘But how?' After your last outline has left me with trepidation’
See what you have done- an evil temptress, an ephemeral bliss, an unfeeling pebble.
‘No. I can’t.’
‘But I probably will, eventually. You already knew that, naturally.’
A smile escapes from you, ‘naturally.’
How long could I hold my ground with you here? How long could I hold you at bay?
Not long enough I suppose.
‘You have to trust me.’ You whisper.
As you stand to leave I ask, ‘when will you return?’ But it’s too late.
You’ve already left.
Leaving only your crescent form.
A descent is close at hand.
I’m left here, again, to stare at you.
Alone with nothing left to smoke.