Nicotine.

Your mouth tastes of lonely nights and missed calls

With a hint of nicotine.

After we’ve been together, I run my hands over the places you’ve caressed me

In a search to feel the beauty you felt when you were there

But every time, all I feel is skin.

Your name reminds me of crying in the shower to avoid feeling the tears on my face

And it sounds so sexy.

I was broken before you met me,

But those jagged pieces have a way of making themselves shatter.

It was snowing when you kissed me for the first time

And I ran inside because I wasn’t sure if I was cold because of the weather

Or hot because of you.

And no matter how many times I’ve felt you digging my grave as you hungrily watched me

The feel of your body against mine is my childhood blanket that I keep in my sock drawer.

Your drunken eyes exist more than your sober ones, and your calls always fall on the crack of dawn.

But your smile is like a photograph.

Your stare makes me want to die just as much as it makes me want to touch you.

I don’t know which direction I’m going to take.

Reviews

[Alessander]

Intense and emotive.

What a first line "your moth tastes of lonely nights, and missed calls"

The aching comes through from the start.

The turmoil, passion and confusion.

"your drunken eyes exist more than the sober ones'

striking.

unfortunately, I've been at the other end of that, and it stirs a lot of latent emotions.

Great piece. Raw and moving.

Love like nicotine can indeed be addictive and destructive.

[Gedalya]

Very sensual, very good. Especially the bit about the weather, hot/cold.

[Stormy Weather]

Thank you :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"Your stare makes me want to die just as much as it makes me want to touch you."
The poem is amazing. Taste and touch can make us desire the repeat of the dance. I like the strong description in the poem. Allowed the reader to feel the need and confusion in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Stormy Weather]

Thank you very much! I really appreciate it.