Thursday, 27 August 2009

The Last Drag

The rain pours
On a cold night,
In the welcome dark
Is an orange light.

The fiery heat on
Parted lips is felt,
In forgiving silence
Heart-break is dealt.

'Six Swiss ships
Swiftly shift'
Does that a corner
Of the mouth lift ?

The ash is flicked,
The stub is out.
Nicotine erases
All trace of doubt.

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