He used to blow cigarette smoke into my mouth
and second hand poison had never tasted better
Demon of a lover, explorer and discoverer of all
points south,
Your abstract Juliet, not seeking
to die, sought only to lie and
to share the sin of your
skin
for even a second
of bliss

A smoke filled kiss
rebellion
Teaching me to live
again
In darkness filled with pleasure

The smell of a pipe
A treasure to carry beyond
The veil of reality

Occasionally I resent the clarity
which killed us
But thank Hell and God
for the smoke that filled us
*once