Strawberries and Cigarettes.
I want you inside these sheets
Your spine against my sternum
Pointed nose barely disturbing your hair,
It smells of straberries
and Cigarettes.
My heart banging so hard
It creates a tangible pulse
I feel even in my ears.
You aren’t here yet
But in my head you still smell
Of strawberries
And cigarettes.-Kirby Epstein
