Nicotine Kiss

That day we met, I wish it was never so.

It was unnecessary, unintended.

The line between white and black,

Felt more like a shade of ashen gray.

Just met you randomly one day,

An ordinary day, like everything before us.

A small talk, A friendly gesture.

A casual exchange of strangers.

Foggy glasses, the scent of smoke

Uninterested, brooding.

Puffing a cigarette with a sigh

"Care for a ciggy with lil' ol' me?"

With a kind gesture, I declined with a smile.

"Come on don't be a downer-- here.."

You then pressed that used cigarette to my lips,

Smiling, Laughing.

A glint of color, hidden 'neath a broken soul.

We both fancied that moment,

Maybe, I was wrong. I wanted it to be wrong.

One thing led to another...

Like two chain smokers, Both entwined, 

the taste and smell of branded death sticks.

Stuck in our gums, maybe tongue?

A Dish serve cold,

Uncertain, Temporary...

Nicotine Kiss.

Author's Note

cigarette smoking is dangerous for your health...