Morning Of Cigarettes

Callus covered fingers,

they usually feel the incentives

of a litted cigarette;

the sensation that still lingers.


My lips are tasting the tobacco

my tongue discovers the flavor
within her many grooves.


My lungs are longing for the nicotine.

Like my body that’s yearning for the company of my childhood friends I haven’t seen

in a while.



if there’s tobacco between my nails and their skin underneath; I don’t care.

Because this habit doesn’t seem so rare.

At leat it doesn’t seem to me,

as I smell the scent that’s lingering in my warm knit sweater,

gloves, scarf

and winter coats.

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