Late Nights With A Cigarette In One Hand Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus

Late nights with a cigarette in one hand
Waiting for the weariness to overcome
And the room fills with swells of smoke
And the night air is chilly and sweet
The cigarette is bitter and warm
And you take delight in the perfect
Ironies of life.

Late nights with a cigarette in one hand
Mourning the passing of the day
By the fading light you hold in your hands
Waiting for the morning to come
For hot coffee and more cigarettes
As I rouse you from your slumber
To hear your sweet raspy voice.

Late nights with a cigarette in one hand
Caressing it as I would your slender fingers
Licking my lips to soothe the heat
As the embers come closer to my lips
Like your heat which is just too far now.
Waiting for the morning, waiting to see you;
Your drowsy eyes and cheeky grin.

Late nights with a cigarette in one hand
I'd rather be somewhere else than this room.
Listening to the melancholy strains strike
The heartstrings in my chest
Like your ebony hair so frail and limp
And messy when you just awake to become
The most beautiful girl in the world.

Late nights;
Cigarettes;
Lamenting
Where are you now?
Are you in the peace of soft slumbers
Dreaming of me as I think of you?
The time ticks, the Sun creeps,
The sunflowers blossom.
Where are you?
I lick my lips and stub out the light
To search for you in gloomy dreams -
And save some cigarettes for tomorrow's wait.