sinners

we are just dealers in disguise

i told him as i tasted her on his lips

while the addicts were caressing my thighs

what led us to this moment

is tainted by the memory of you

calling me out on the bullshit i was serving

on a silver platter

i let him light my cigarette

as she slipped her hand beneath his shirt

and blew me a kiss

from my hungry mouth

i send you smoke signals

and wonder whether or not

you can see them from this den of sin

you that are so pure