as you lick your lips wet
and take a drag from your cigarette
that filthy habit
that disgusting routine
how do you make it taste so sweet
like it’s not really smoke
that’s filling my lungs
it’s a sweet aphrodisiac
a sapphire delight
made of rosemary and vanilla
seeds sown in the night
and grown out of your fingers
swirled round your palm
your hand held to my mouth
my oxygen mask
i cannot breathe outside this moment
smoldering, billowing
encircling your face
holding me captive
within this space
burning my handprints
into this place
with that filthy habit
disgusting routine
that’s somehow
now so dear to me
I have a couple of others, I was going to post them, but decided against it. If you liked this poem and would like to read more, please say so if you reply. Thanks for the comments in advance. (That is, if I get any.
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