Partners in Death

I taste your sweet morning breath
On the cigarettes we share
Downing smoke like it isn't cancer
You cannot answer to me when I say it is death
Down it goes, rotting us from the inside out
And I watch as our lungs turn black.
Is it selfish to say I want you like this?
Just the way you are, on the verge of collapse
I don't care as long as you're here
And you haven't showered in a month
For fear of being naked.
But you strip down for me
And I touch your body
Aching for a quickened arch of the back
And a final moan as our bodies give in
And give out.
We are partners in death.