The Cigarette

Guest Blogger • Oct 12, 2008

I once thought
It was just an experiment
A simple test
And nothing more…

A suck
Then pull
Then suck
And pull
From lips
To mouth
To tonge and lung
My heart
Skip sometimes
But nothing more.

Then evenings spent
From the cold
On snowy days
The sensation thrilling
But nothing more.

The bead
Of sweat
That formed
Along the brow
Rolled waves
Of wanting
And nothing more

But the smell of addiction
Left lingering.
The draw
Of something
Stronger than my will
And nothing more.

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