The Cigarette

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?