every day
a little bit more
my skin turns to nicotine
and dust
and for whatever reasons
i seem to choose
so is yours.
i thought it would
not happen to me,
but yet with the
passing of the days
i want to feel the
touch of your hands
and the whisper of your voice
slowly telling me
that i am yours.
your ghostly presence
captivates
the deepest of me
let me share this
transformation with you.