I touched her mind and took her body
when she was just a child,
on summer days in hidden fields,
just me and her, alone.
Our little secret.
The first time, she was hesitant;
worried that she’d choke
or I would hurt her slender throat,
leave her aching and inflamed.
She soon got used to it.
It wasn’t legal, but no one really cared
as much back then. They sent their kids
to me, unquestioning. Put myself inside their hands
to keep their little fingers busy.
Gave them something else to suck instead
And as she grew, the tables turned.
She wanted more from me than I did in return.
I am only one of many now. My loyalty,
ephemeral, is dashed against the floor;
underfoot, spent, misunderstood by all.
It’s different now, of course.
I don’t feel remorse for what I’ve done
because I’m evil. I’m a marriage
made in heaven and in hell.
You try and leave me.
See how far you get.
She’s my Lolita; they are all my little lovers.
Everyone who ever put me to their lips
in unison, created an addiction only therapy will help,
and even then, the shadow that I cast
is long and lasting
for I am Nicotine,
your dirty little habit.