A Poem

I want to be the cigarette between
Her teeth,
inscribing  in my flesh,
anchoring my essence.

I want to be the cigarette on
Her lips,
pulling in my weakness,
caressing my body.

I want to be the cigarette in
Her breath,
Sucking in my nature,
burning my soul.

I want to be the cigarette under
Her foot,
trampling in my desire,
extinguishing my being.

A Poem