Cigarette Girl

I would be with you.
I would have you roll me,
take me to your lips,
and light –
pulling your next breath through me
as embers flare my brevity
and my existence dances
between your teeth.

You exhale,
you exhale,
you exhale,
and I tendril in wisps
about your head –
one last caress
before your foot
descends with a twist.

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