Cigarette angels

Cigarette angels
light the night,
lazily wafting above the pavement
- inches from your lips
inhaling stale, hot breath.
Glowing with celestial fire
closer, closer
flames drawn to the moth
the mouth
Tempted too close by mortality
& all it represents
- cigarette angels all
fall.

*This one came from a small cousin coming up to me, informing she and her fellows were "cigarette angels". Turns out she said "secret agents". Poor hearing is a continual amusement and inspiration to me.