It isn’t really about
the nicotine
or the tars and resins.
It isn’t about the warnings.
It’s really about
the snap of the lighter
when you shut it,
the placement of the flame
so close to your face,
the first wraith of smoke
ascending into the air
like your life
and the love
you feel like the burning
tip beneath the ash.
That’s what its really about,
honey.
You got a light?
♥