Addictive Love
The sickly sweet scent
of cigarette smoke
makes me feel
light-headed, ill.
Maybe not for the
obvious reason,
but, then again,
maybe so.
But I've moved beyond
you and your habits,
your empty flirtations
that lured me in
and struck me down.
You are a colossus,
etched in my mind
but not so deeply
to be there forever.
The rock will crumble,
the heads will roll,
and you will be there,
surrounded by the smoke
of addictive love.

TMK 8/31/04



Author's Note: If you liked this poem, you might be interested in my poems 'Smoke & Mirrors' and 'Because He's There'. Thanks so much for reading.