Friday, November 26, 2010

love is like a cigarette...

oh that first ignition of warmth
embers free the begging smoke
indescribable, blissful delicacy

but then comes the first detachment
a thumb nail jostles the unwanted
the smolder crawls near

finally, the grasp of devastation
its heat no longer assures
a collision of filter and foot end it all.

now you will repeat to nourish that obsession