In the flooding nicotine did we unwind
Counting the whispers not the time?

In sullied quilts and bed frames did we undress
tracing the the breaths not the unrest?

In speakeasy  highballs and martinis did we consume
the inebriation of the second not the room?

In castle corridors and letters did we begin to grasp?
we can re-tox but not relapse?