Marlboro Woman

You, who peddle desire,
Why do you offer me that last drop
of sweet
red wine
which has long dried up
at the bottom of the chalice?
You mock me
with every sensuous curve
of your mouth.
You challenge me
to enter the smoke-filled air
you thrive in.
I am cognizant of the poison
yet I stay.
So i could watch you caress
that stick of nicotine with your lips.