I’d like to make it explicitly clear that I am not a smoker and this poem is a glamorization of something that happened this one time….
Ode To Cigarette Adonis
You slip outside,
Cigarette in delicate hand,
And your perfect lips
Pull a pouty puff.
You tap the ash away,
And I feel it cry
Anguished at the loss
Of your closeness.
I thank the fates
Your languid draws
Draw out my time
To bask in your glory.
I take furtive glances,
Least the heavens
Punish me
For daring to stare
At their most precious.
You take your last drag,
And my heart breaks
As the butt goes the way of the ash,
And is crushed elegantly,
Artfully, under your boot.
You leave, but not before glancing,
And smiling,
At this poor pining mortal.
I never see you again,
But ever so often
Outside finds me
Cigarette in hand.
I do this
In memory of you.
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