Dust whimpers away
Into clouds,
Some stays untouched
On his mouth.
Coal has little lust
On his tongue
She shares, atypical,
Orangy colours
Of his lips.
Her kiss is unlike mandarin
It has a little twist,
It reeks.
From their throats
Gushes out
A un-mouthful dryness
Invisible ashes,
Fumes of boiling pots
Stain their role-play, physical,
With a grey blot.
A black candy rots,
Toothless, buckles
Their love knot.
Cigarette dandies,
Both say
They cannot stop.
The lovers’ old song
Melts, away,
Raucous whispers,
Of foggy snorts
Rest in a pocketed
Ashtray.
