love & cigarettes

the very first man I have ever loved

stuck dynamite between his fingertips

and raised it to the lips

that he used to kiss me

lecture me

call me his little angel

that day I promised

love will never kill me

I would never slowly

and purposefully

seize my death upon

someone I had loved

but I got to taste your lips

it was the coming together

of orange juice and toothpaste

such pure singulars

but wretched allies

that was the day I got a bite of dynamite

I brought you up to my face

like my father with his

sticks of suicide

and when I brought you to my lips

I saw my gravestone

chiseled into your eyes