Lucid Lust.

To the one who breathes a smoke so black,
Calls it love as a sweet sickening spice:
I laugh at the cool crisp damper
It has on my frazzled weary mind.
Wish to the demons locked in cages,
Howling at the cold night sweat
That a heat so vile and sinfully delicate
Takes hold of me by my wrists.
I am just a prisoner to the fire floating in
The black smoke that swirls around in my head.
How you do amaze me in the sweetest of ways.