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.