Sometimes
I wish
you would
develop
an
addiction
to me
that is just
as sick
as your craving
for menthol cigarettes,
for you to be as
infatuated
with my eyes
as the smoke that
rises to the
ceiling,
your want
for my lips
as much as
a cup of coffee
and cigarette
every morning,
for you to
love me
enough
to give up
such
a
nasty
habit.