smoke me

because I remember your hunger.

I remember when
consumed without number

and I wonder
if I miss your fingertips
and how they yearned to resist
as your spit and your kiss
dragged you long and bewitched
it’s a risk –
so please the cynics – come play –
secrets don’t need
any riches to pay
for my price
is simply time
plus a little
piece of mind


Accuse me
of playing with fire
– of
– desire
of taking you higher with magic, erratic
Accuse me of havoc
Accuse me of lust
For we are but dust and chemicals
rolled up in skin
paper thin
fitting in-
-to neat boxes at some cost
clear compartments
fragile, lost


but am I on
the tip of your tongue?
Do dreams replay
each thing we did wrong?

I crave for
when your exhales
were mine
and I’m quite sure
it’s by design
that I am what
you must not have
to ravage you
without being asked –
without permission, sometimes, too
when your hands seek
some nuance of truth,
and on your fingers, my scent, still lingers
pulling you
to a moment when
sound is silenced, breathe me again


throw back your skull
steal time with me
give me ear to
your sigh of release
I heard you say
in complete trust
“what I miss is
how kind this made us”
soft, shared laughs
with friends, unmasked
life is easy
and not so fast
– truth –
so maybe you
are each other’s excuses
but it’s no use –
you’re on the bridge
where the world goes quiet
this synaptic bridge
we’ve carefully wired
this sin-apt tick
lets the close become distant
do I tempt
your tried resistance?


can you still feel
my heat on your tongue?
every tooth relaxed drunk
every moan, throat-sung
so let me be
your laced escape
your favorite taste
you’re mine to take
– make me –
though I can’t save you
fake new leaf or old one
(I’ll suffocate you)
be relieved
it’s only normal
– mortal –
more tall orders
for your mint and your brush
rush if you must
… then stay
you can’t wash away
every happy molecule
of grave mistake


don’t you still burn?
sure –
a subtle reminder
of pleasure unearned
a haunting sense
of wanting deserved
so seek me out
and hold me lightly
catch lips with doubt
flick – surprise me

my whisping charm does not last
– so ask:

what do I get
from all of this?

a little death
by your lips