A little poem I wrote about a time gone by, with a person who occupied a lot of my twenties. I don't think the poem is perfect but I like the rhythm of it.
A CIGARETTE ON YOUR LIPS
The sky is streaked in dirty pinks, cool blues,
As the sun dips behind the mountains,
And I think of you.
Memories of cappuccino
Skin with thick veins,
Curly, soft hair
Conversations about Post-humanism,
A former flatmate, a tipsy dinner in a tower,
Buying single cigarettes at the corner shop.
I have always loved you.
I have always loved you.
But the madness and smoke and fervour and thrill,
That, you always loved more.
I'd leave your house at 3am
Driving down that small alley, scared of being mugged.
But my heart, so full of you.
My skin, so full of your fingers.
Promise me one thing:
Do not go to the dogs,
To secrets and dimmed lounge lights.
Let us forever meet in darkened bars,
Exchange war stories and philosopher’s musings,
Like that cigarette perched on your lips.
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