too far smoked to stop

Too far smoked to stop

The drunken talk
swam upward
in circles,
loudly
double helixing
with the smoke
from her cigarette
too far smoked
to stop.

She said
she didn’t shower
and I said
I didn’t care.
And she probably
didn’t shower
and I really
didn’t care.

And those
fingers
propped that
burning
little barrier
between us.
And those
fingers
gripped tight
that drink
courageous.
And those
fingers,
thinner than
a roll of dimes,
ground it all
to a halt
when they
flashed
that pretty
little diamond
at me.