An Ode to a Clove Cigarette: Also an extended metaphor of love

Your unique fragrance
perceptible to all as unique
sets you apart when you are lit.
Your uniqueness transfers to me.
Or is it vice versa?
because only I’m a romantic fool enough to love you.
The sweet taste you leave on the lips
Is sweeter for its forbiddenness.
Yes, you are mostly harmful.
My lungs will perhaps not survive you.
But what is the point of living anyway
if one cannot enjoy it while life burns out.
Don’t we return to dust and ashes anyway?
So, let me smoke you health-freaks and naysayers.
Let me burn along with it,
’cause burning without it ain’t worth it.

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