With trembling hands, I reach for your palms
Remembering our first touch
The terrible human hands I have
long for the glorious oddities of yours
You are my sin
and mostly my redemption

Late at night I try to resist
Thoughts of our firsts drown me
Like lighting my last cigarette
and secretly wishing I had another pack in my pocket
You are the worst kind of hangover
One that I swear to God I will tell my poetry about
Your lips are as breathtaking as the heaven they promised