I have to admit my fave person loves those ciggies,
the fabulous hidden sex too, which goes with and afterglows brightly
the fags she clear will always love, will always demand
ever so damn sightly.
And although I am no longer – nor perhaps ever was – a dot on
her landscape of dotty-lover souls,
I still have to admit that even the fact of
never doing, nor being able to choose and see her ex,
doesn’t prevent me from still liking
the idea of her sex.