Lusting After the Lady in White

I see you lying there

Closely knit with your kin

Your seduction is pulling me in

I have admired you from afar

I know just where you are

You toy with me like a scar

I long to set you on fire

To soil your dress of white

I warn you what will transpire

To ashes I can reduce you

You will lose completely

The form you once knew

I can and will inhale

The very life from you

And snub you out when through

And then forget that we ever met

Do not toy with me any longer

You hateful…hateful cigarette…

©April 16, 2009

Faye Sizemore