Give me your cigarette
to maybe **** me sooner.
Roll it back and forth
and put the
perfect suicide
into my perfect mouth
stealing my breath.
Fighting for my
perfect white teeth
it sits.
Biting at my
perfect pink lips
it rests.
Its black smoke lingers
in my perfect lungs
threatening to take me now.

Give me your cigarette
to feel something else.
Feel the ******.
Feel the control
as I take each taste.
The same taste of
your lips,
your tongue.
The same, strange,
self-destructing love
you offered.