No smoke without you, my fire. <br />After you left, <br />your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray <br />and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey <br />I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal <br />of so much love. One cigarette <br />in the non-smoker's tray. <br />As the last spire <br />trembles up, a sudden draught <br />blows it winding into my face. <br />Is it smell, is it taste? <br />You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. <br />Out with the light. <br />Let the smoke lie back in the dark. <br />Till I hear the very ash <br />sigh down among the flowers of brass <br />I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.<br /><br />Edwin Morgan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-cigarette/
