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Cigarettes and Coffee
I breathe you in like cigarettes in the morning,
All I am missing is the warmth of the coffee.
Like all my bad habits, I am sure of you to stay.
You should not look upon me in that way
Just because another turned my head for a brief instance.
You are not the raging wind in March that will soon die off.
Nor are you the diet I started with the best of intentions
Until temptation came along.
Nor could I in the best of words compare chopsticks to a fork
Or a Monday to a Sunday morning on our porch.
There is safety when finding someone new.
A once brief embrace from a lover passing through
May be less dangerous than the stranger passing by
That smells like you.