a broken cigarette


Lust took over
at the midnight,
hunted desks,
sooty shelves,
old jeans pockets,
here I saw you,
broken with bleeding neck,
held your neck gently,
our lips met,
the long kiss
burnt my mouth,
and I consumed you
until you dry,
I did it
and did it well,
smoked
a broken cigarette.

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