Your envelope lips  take in the smoke selfishly
and it is this that I think of when I think of you
when I close my eyes and imagine you.
it assaults me every blink.
sleep in you.

And to taunt you
with the strings of others that I could so easily toss away
if you would just ask
ask for all my hope
and love and thoughts
and drinking stories.

So far today I have had three and a half thoughts
And counting