Yosi (The Pleasure of a Cigarette Dying)

My
subtle spark
reddens
in the heat
of fingers
like vines
Entwined.
There is bliss
In the kiss
Of lips
intermittently
touching
my--

But
the beauty of the night
lies
in every deep
huffing & puffing,
soft sighing
to an inevitable
Ending

Ashes.
Ashes.
Broken down to ashes.

9:41 pm
25/5/13