These stolen moments with you singe my lips
Even as I stand in the blaze of summer’s sweat
Even as I stand in the midst of winter’s onset
My need for you overrides my hardships
Caught in your haze, my resolve slips
As with each touch of you I love and regret
These stolen moments
Even as I know how your poison drips
Even as I know you’ll be my death yet
I stand here and light up another cigarette
I pray each day I’ll free of your grips
These stolen moments
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Thursdays Poets’ Rally Week 49 (July 28 – August 3, 2011)
Raivenne-lations 
Great poem 😉
Oh, does this ring true. If this applies to you, I hope you can break loose.
I’m fortunate to have escaped the beast. Tried smoking once as a teenager. Hated it. Lucky me! Good poem!
stunning, lovely expressions, apt entry.
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Very clever poem, and interesting that you can make me want a cigarette! 🙂
Not only do I LOVE your about bit (as you knew I would), but I love the piece… I’ve just quit (though I’m having a few this evening) so I so know what this is about… Not that it couldn’t hust as well be about a man, an illicit affair… Bravo!!! Bravo!!! *smile*
As a smoker, this poem speaks volumes. It is such a curse to have your best friend slowly killing you, yet you cannot throw him away entirely. Great poem.
As ever Raivenne a beautiful poem, yet again you have given me an idea for another poem, though again only on structure, sadly not topic :). Great read.
The Lonely Recluse.
Thingy – Luckily I know nothing of the addiction first hand, I have an empathic muse.
Mashburn- Lucky indeed.
MBWilliams – Don’t you dare!!!
Champagne – Darn, you saw through my veil of misdirection, now put that ciggy down!
Aaron – Some relationships (human or otherwise), are just toxic; I wish you strength.
Recluse – I’m honored to have inspired (yet again? what did I miss?). I look forward to the read.
Thank you all so much.
I have never smoked, then again never nagged a smoker (unless I gave birth to it!) but I’m sure you’ve captured the essence of how it must feel. I also like the aged hand of the smoker in your pic and how the love affair continues. Me old dad pops to mind!!
Love is an addiction (whatever you may love)…you’ve absolutely captured that in this poem.
This is great, I definitely can relate to this poem. You really captured those mixed feelings of an addiction – the love/hate relationship that never gets resolved. Great work!
Powerful sentiments! I agree with Nami on this excellent writing and rhyming