Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Reluctant

Cigarette hints
bellow
stifling smoke
on my thoughts,

I fall deeper into her haze.
(Cue quickened pulse.)

Smoke rings tiptoe shyly,

kindly
mistaking her for friend.

Regardless, lips collide.

I taste the addiction
as
nicotine lexis

crash on my neck.
Hot breath, hers.

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