Black Lungs
I remember my first cigarette.
Blue lipped, with hands trembling
awkwardly fumbling in the dark
to make contact with
bare skin on thighs.
You offered a smoke for warmth.
Drunk with desire I accepted.
Eventually fondness sobered
but your damage had been done
and one addiction had led to another.
Every cigarette now a reminder
that love slowly kills us
(2013)
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