The sighs that roll off my chest would be useful
if they were into your neck. I'm not a smoker,
but your touch is like pure nicotine and I sizzle
like a dying cigarette.
The ocean hanging on the wall is nothing
like the ocean in your eyes.
The shore is battered and eroded with the
heavy waves that caused the warning signs.
I ignored them.
The sound of your breath is better than
any sleeping pill, but with twice the risk.
The labels would be the same.
Don't take in excess.
The result could be just as fatal.