Life without cigarettes drags like slow mustard,
five years itching, except once in December 2014
when I was offered one during a televised
football game. I took that smoke like waiting for
fabric conditioner on my soul - the woman from
Bayswater, walking there to watch eye shadow
applied just like my therapy. We kissed in
Chinatown and she slept on my chest, I dare
not say that I had made love to another that morning.
This is an unusual moment, still I would pledge
my heart even with its yellow teeth, to that
beautiful form of woman, with her brilliantine soul,
the accent rich with its dancing cadence. They say
the electronic ones can kill you just the same.
Dance for me again in your basement shoes.