I like linger like the faint, stale scent of cigarettes on your breath
you can’t quite seem to put me down
stub me out
let me drift in plumes to catch the morning light
you burn in my lungs
make my scattered mind race
heart beat as fast as yours
you weave silence into a quilt
sometimes stifling sometimes warm
you leave me by your side, or pull me over you
and draw me in slow
my paper heart leaving ash
and a gentle burning glow