Smoking

There are three ways to do this.
First, we meet. Second, you weep
Then we make out and delay a sleep

The third is a series.
You wake up and see if I'm there
Or if I'm not where you should go.
Then there's a dinner of steak
and I remember how far
the edge of this sea
from where you are
and I picture a day without you
and forget it is
before I ignite a cigarette
that shouldn't be lit.
Your body fills my thoughts,
your mouth mine.
I think of kissing your eyes
in the middle of a sea
I do not own, like you now,
unreachable by smoke