The Fix

You taste
like cigarettes and coffee
I sip my French Roast
and puff my smoke
and roll my tongue
and there's a taste
like a leftover kiss
from you still
in my mouth
but there is no substitute
for the feel of your lips against mine
your neck under my hands
as I press you against me
the curls of your hair
wrapping around my fingers
I can only press my own lips together
Close my eyes and
wait for the caffeine
and the nicotine
my morning fix-
    instead of you