This is really only a piece of what I have in this little poem I guess. It's definitely unfinished, requires a lot of work, but I kind of like what I have so far, so I thought I'd see how it goes here.

I come to you tonight
As cigarettes lit
To awesome songs that
Deserve the lighting of cigarettes -
The crescendo leading to climax
Leading to climax
Leading to climax
And eventually the silence
And the car upon a winding road.

I’ve missed the ways the taste
Of lust and passion
Are upon the joining tongues
Like fruit flies on the fruit
Gathering together in festive fashion
Sweeping back and forth,
Retreating, extending, and again.