Tag: smoking

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,…