Cigarette For My Bridged Love. Poem by Jake Aquilina

A cigarette
For my bridged love,
Standing as a tree
With fruits that I love.

Plug in my headphones,
Ignore the passing waves.
My soft intimacy,
Hidden in caves.

Exhale the smoke
Drifting away.
Not a standing tree anymore,
Flowing in the air everyone inhales.

A cigarette
For my bridged love.
Which I scold as I'm not like this.
But my heart is cloaked tender,
And all kinds of love I kiss.

A cigarette for everyone's bridged love,
A cigarette for my soft bumps.
And a cigarette for my life.