"intoxicatedly" poems
i met my soul mate last night
he introduced himself as the perfect mix of drunk and high
a crumpled cigarette hung loosely between his lips
as he intoxicatedly fingered his lighter
i gently replaced his hands with my own
lighting the cigarette with the flick of my thumb
"a beautiful girl who lights my cigarettes?
they said death would come slow
but they didn't say it would come
with you."
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC