Nicotine Dreams
As She Sleeps
for Camille
Words that touch me
in ways lips,
fingers never will.
Her voice
a caress
that dimples the skin
taught upon my soul.
I want to listen
hour upon hour,
and often do...
while she lays asleep,
while my cigarette burns,
when the whiskey fails
to carry me
to a shelter that exists
only in her dreams.
Cigarette Moment
I need a cigarette.
I need a drink.
Gin, with a lemon curve
of breast.
I need a woman
in black dress velvet.
I need this moment
to slip from my mind,
like fingers between thighs.
I need this memory of you
to wake alone and drunk
at 5 a.m. without a name.
I need a drink.
Gin, with a lemon curve
of hips.
I need a woman.
I need all thoughts of you
to fade like smoke,
from this stale cigarette.
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