Love ashtray

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.