Sex And Cigarettes.

Sex and Cigarettes.

© -MFB III

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Cigarette smoulders...

been ignored for a while

all I can see is that

blaze in your eyes

when you stormed out in style.

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Glasses in masses,

left empty and drained

icy with sweat,

as they squat on our table

reflecting my pain,

somewhere a Sax wails

a lonesome refrain.

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The candle casts shadows...

but yours left with you

I'm alone in a booth

that was meant to hold two

Just me and my shadow

are all that remain

plus six shots of vodka

to cushion my pain.

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My cigarette dies...

ashes hang in mid-air

just like our love

that I thought was still there

perhaps one more drink...

do I care...I don't dare...

fumbling in my pockets

to find taxi fare

for that long journey home

to a place we don't share.

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My cigarette falls

to the floor.... suicidal

as again, and again

your words play a recital

of all the went wrong

with our love once so vital.

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Then the cigarette's swept

from my side with a broom

by a waitress who leaves

a sweet trail of perfume

much the same kind that you left

as you ran from this room.

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S o o n....

a lady with jazzy

blue eyes comes to me

claiming she's heard it all....

offers me company,

I query her name...

she just sighs, "Melody."

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Two more

cigarettes lit up...

smoulder side by side

the smoke intermingles

but it fails to hide

my needs left denied.

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More drinks and some small talk,

then we're both outside

and it looks like I'm in

for another long ride.

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Now my cigarette smoulders

by a bed...burning low

snuggled together

in its softly lit glow

after Melody's played

a duet we both know .

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In the morning

with a New Port I'll quietly go

leaving tracks of depression

in the fresh fallen snow.

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