Cigarettes and white grape sour life savers

Whoever said that cigarettes and coffee are brilliant did not know - could not know - the wonder that is found in the taste of white grape sour Life Savers when encompassed by the swirl of tobacco smoke.

However, when you are driving down the highway at night (note the pitch-blackery of that statement) and you are trying to light a cigarette, a cigarette that has a white filter (note the pitch-whitery of that statement), you often find that you will light the filter, not knowing that you are making this grave mistake, and begin to suck. Not only is it upsetting to realize that you cannot puff on a filter-lit cigarette, but also more upsetting to find out that the reason you lit the filter was not because you were a dumb-ass that does not know up from down, but because it was your

 lucky cigarette.

I went vegan for Lent. It's expensive. I'm not vegan anymore. 

To add to this sporadic posting of allegories, I wrote this poem - I suppose you could call it a poem - around the beginning of November. It is no longer applicable, though it is very applicable, for my life seems to center itself around this narrative.

With your hand caressing my arm and your back nearing my chest,

With my fingers gliding along your bare skin and your skin arising with goose bumps,

With your fingers interlaced with mine and your whispering voice flowing in my direction,

My heart's beating quickens - races towards the finish line - and the finish line is nowhere in sight.

My heart beats,

and it beats,

and it beats,

and it beats,

and beats,

and beats,

and beats,

and beats,

beats,

beats,

beats,

beats,

beats.

Slow.

Slow.

Slow.

Slow.

Slow.

My mouth finds your ear.

Slow.

My mouth finds your cheek.

Slow.

My mouth finds your lips.

Forget it.

Everything is speeding now. Hearts are racing, hands are roaming, voices are cracking.

And lips, lips are working harder than ever before.

From ears to cheeks to lips to chins to necks to collar bones to bare chests to beautiful breasts - 

My lips envelop you in kisses,

Your lips - slightly parted, release quiet gasps with each pleasure.

Your fingernails create canyons across my back.

Your legs intertwine mine until we cannot tell which are our own.

Your back arches in reminiscence of full-formed rainbows.

Rainbows and unicorns and love.

Love? Love. Love, really? Love. It cannot be love. But it is.

I am in love with my ex-girlfriend's best friend, my best friend's ex-love's best friend.

Oh, dear.

What am I getting myself into?

"Sassy, I had a lot of fun last night. I do not regret it at all. But, Sassy, I'm still in love with Bev. You and I - there is no spark between us like there is between Bev and I. I'm sorry."

Well, that takes care of everything, doesn't it?