Familiar Twinge

the smell of cigarettes on my father sometimes reminds me of the first guy i dated, who smoked as well. this is about the first time i took a breath of smoke..

Dad has the faint smell of cigarettes
That he wishes I didn't know about
But the garage is full of the stench

It really doesn't bother me,
I miss the familiarity
Of the first one

  Remember the smell before the taste,
  The choke on the first breath of smoke,
  How it burned my throat
  But the first one, he laughed at my distaste
      And took a huff
                    eyes closed, blew it through his nose
       Then kissed me with that flavor,
                That i love(d)

I recall the twinge

The scent of his skin and his collar

Smoke.

And the coolness of his breath, of his kiss
               Against my lips
   Through the chill
         Of winter

Author's Note

originally written in May 2009