Monday, October 21, 2013

Light up

It’s interesting how
Smoke from a cigarette
Dances to its own tunes
Swaying, twirling and shifting

It’s interesting how 
A little light from the sun
Makes the whole dance
Into one big theatre production

And then you blow
Gently into the centre
And the smoke disappears
Leaving little or no visual trace

But your drapes
And your sheets and pillows
Hold the memory
Of every cigarette ever smoked

Just like love.