Exhale

You took a moment, a pause
with eyes half-closed
to study the face before you.
A sly grin, sardonic,
crept across your lips
to disappear
into the dimple
at the corner of
your mouth.
The cigarette briefly flared,
left ash in its wake,
the smoke from the tip
ribboned its way to
the ceiling as you exhaled.
And ordered another
martini.