Electric Factory - Ashtray
Your cigarette,
my ashtray
and a single wisp of smoke
that rises up in the air
like a song.
Long
after you have gone,
I still taste tobacco on my lips,
the embers of our kiss,
a kiss that burns forever.
Two glasses on the table
and some wine left in the bottle.
Last night, we gave up halfway through
for other pleasures
just as sweet.
We left the same CD
playing all night
on repeat.
Your cigarette,
my ashtray
and a single wisp of smoke
that rises up in the air
like a song.
Unreleased