gabriel

your mouth kissed the cigarette

before it kissed me

but your lips tasted sweet

instead of smokey.

Every day since I dream of cigarette rain

every night dampening the pain

that I barely even knew your name

and yet I'm addicted to your ways.

I'm addicted to the nicotine 

embedded in the lust with which you kissed me.

The End

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