Bad Habit

I was but one
In your pack of cigarettes
Picked me out of the box
Lit me up
And I burned
Became ash
As you needed me
Sweet relief
So completely
So briefly 
Specks lost in the wind
But now I lie
Barely smoldering
On city concrete
Tread upon
By a passing shoe
None the wiser
To my moment 
On your lips
—4.10.14

Inked

I love you like


Ink loves paper


Written forever on the pages


Of my little leather-bound soul

I love you


My well-read paperback,


Know all the words


But keep finding more in your story

Ink soaks in


Takes hold of fibers


Makes a blank page


Another world

Ink stains fingers


As they brush across the page


Marks left behind


In destruction of the void

Ink loves paper


Doesn’t wash away, just bleeds


Words lose their meaning


Become black clouds of memory

Ink writes new stories


Dips in the well


Flies across new pages


Sets a world on fire

I love you like


Ink loves paper


Written forever on the pages


Of my little leather-bound soul

--3.26.14