The Cigarette
Brian Cummings
I long to be addicted to you
: like a cigarette.
For your lips to touch mine
To breathe you in whenever possible
Exalting your smog.
To consume you at every hour
: finding respite in our brief connection
Until I’m pleading for just
One more.
To keep you close
: holding your heart in my pocket
Until it’s time
To slip you out
You burn
: As do I
Until I’ve had my fill.
Snuffing you.
Now you are ash.
And when you’re spent
: Shall I find another?
Will I be a slave to Lust
: or its vehicle?