If in the midst of a perfect kiss,

You taste some ethereal cigarette ash and hard liquor,

You don't have to drink or smoke

To wake with hangover symptoms.

When just the kiss awakes you

To pains you didn't know you had,

And the moan that emits from your lips

Is that of a thousand Arabian lamps and lights,

A million hometown desires that lay dormant in you 

Will awake in you tonight.

Then tomorrow when you wake,

For the first time in your life,

You may have no idea what to do with yourself,

And you may question everything you ever knew.

And if you've never had a hangover like this

From a kiss, I pity you.

-jenn