Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

You love my sweet tobacco taste, the burn
you pull from underneath my ashen waste—
you’ve loved the breath I’ve warmed for you, embraced
the heat I’ve placed in you— and now you yearn
for more of me and likewise now I turn
for more of you— and all of this is based
on something cool, carcinogenic, laced
with light that lingers longingly. You’ll learn
I’m not afraid to know you love me.
And if for nothing else, I’ll love you too
because you weren’t afraid of loving me.
And though the atmosphere grows stale with too,
too many trails of blue and burnt and me,
a sweet old stench will say I love you too.

l love this poem, Joel.

Though I think I see where you're going, too many "too/me"s for me too like the second half of this.

ahh, the pristine stench of love - may it never dissipate.

emel.scott wrote:Though I think I see where you're going, too many "too/me"s for me too like the second half of this.

Yup. I Agree. Me too, me too, me too.

I like this....although...it makes me want to brush my teeth!