Downstairs.
A little respite
from the noise.
Lights a cigarette
on the steps,
unaware of company.
Another pair of eyes,
some chitchat
in the dark.
Both dangerous
in their way,
though now reformed,
they share a smoke.
Words dart
warm and slippery
between them.
Eyes meet,
but no lips greet.
Just a little respite
from the noise.
* * *
good guys
get dangerous sometimes
and bad guys
can look like saviors
at first glance