empty promises

the filter meets my lips an agreed upon decision of my hands and lungs 

so easy to take a drag. 

i've seen the temptress consume so many 

and i wonder if that will happen to me. 

most likely not.......they all say that. 

i take another breath filled with smoke. 

the nicotine attacks my brain 

the take-over makes my nurons giddy.

a calm comes over me.

the smoke; a decietful comforter; a friendly enemy.

it's so seductive the way it moves, floating around you

the wisps dancing around your fingers.

exhale.

it spreads and dicipates quickly and quietly like it was never there.

come and gone.

my lungs feel used.

my lips meet again, drag, lightness, exhale.

a continuous circle, a need, a fufillment, an emptiness.

my hands, my lips, my lungs;

yes. an agreed upon decision.