Ash - April 17th

Ash

I'm not sure why you hid
your smoking from me those last few months.
If you had asked me? Honestly,
I missed the taste on our lips, dirty,
unhealthy, intimate. An added taste
to your breathes' palate.
I couldn't kiss another smoker,
not without the taste of you lingering
in my throat. Let me inhale again,
I wouldn't breathe out this time
with you, this last taste. Let it seep
in my bloodstreams, turn my cells
into ashtrays. Blacken
my lips, put your cigarette out
on my tongue. I wish you scarred
your habits onto me. Missing
the way your mouth was warmer
after a smoke, please smoke and kiss me.
Kiss and tell me you need a light
again. Kiss me down to the last smoke
in the pack, let me pick you up
another one.