Poetry- Smoke

Sitting watching the smoke curl winding in elaborate patterns slowly fading into the black

The smoke is gone after a short while but the scent of it lingers

Bringing back memories of its ascent

Memories of its taste

How every pull felt

How like that smoke you are

When you wash over me intoxicating me from the brain down

My new addiction

Sweet and fresh you swore to me you would always be there to invade my senses

Getting each of my cells high on the drug that is you

Sated by the perfection that is us

Until you started to fade

Not in a matter of seconds like the smoke

Curling

Off this my third cigarette of the night

But slowly disappearing into just a memory

Like that scent of smoke lingering long after the cigarette has been reduced to ash

A memory like that scent still potent enough to make me want

Want you to wash over me again

To make me miss those countless times you took over my senses

Your lips

Your eyes

Your arms

The sound of your voice

A deadly combination

Eclipsing all else with a glance, a kiss, an … I love you

And me the willing addict waiting hoping for you to give me my fix

I tried to replace you with this smoke when you stopped being there

A new addiction to seduce my senses but it doesn't compare

This nicotine won't ever make me want like the memory of you always will

I won't long for its touch on my lips or its acrid taste in my mouth the way I long for your touch your taste

If only they made methadone for an addiction like you