Sunday, July 30, 2017

the taste of cigarette

long ago we laid in each other's arms
I remember he smoked and he would reach for 
a cigarette afterwards
I liked the sour taste of cigarette in his mouth
 it reminded me of another love who smoked,
a young man raising himself, working bowling alleys,
how he smoked while we drove around together
late at night.
I was raising myself.
my mother was so absent
he was there.
and so, somehow the taste of a cigarette in 
my lover's mouth meant safety
I never realized this until tonight, some 37
years later.
I don't need that anymore.

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