Cigarettes and Selfishness

The air was warm from the sun pushing its way through the curtains.
The bed was a disarray of white sheets and pillows. 
I was physically incapable of opening my eyes from exhaustion,
But I remember him there.

I remember the feeling of his warm skin against mine.
And telling him not to leave. 
He responded by asking me to leave with him.

The smell of cigarettes lingered
Mixed in with the smokey smell of his cologne that he sprayed on my chest. 
I never wanted to wash off the scent of him.

He asked me to come to California, to Barcelona.
He said he’d meet me in Thailand when I move to Australia.

Do these men have a woman on every continent?
In every country?
I’m just another on the list to call up.

I knew nothing about him.
He knew nothing about me.
But maybe I’ll take from him what I need 
And he’ll take from me what he needs.
We’ll ignore the feelings and emotions and repercussions 

That come from such selfishness.