A poem for someone I want
Just sitting here, listening to you
Smoke a cigarette.
Inhaling so softly, and in that
Moment I wished I was the air
That surrounded you.
I wanted to be breathed inside of
You, and become the very veins
That caress your lungs.
A cigarette had ever been so
Lovely, until it had become that
Very cigarette held between your lips.
Copyright © Tricia Campese | Year Posted 2016