[00:00.35]One Cigarette
[00:01.82]by Edwin Morgan
[00:04.12]No smoke without you, my fire.
[00:09.25]After you left,
[00:12.51]your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
[00:15.57]and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
[00:20.00]I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
[00:25.14]of so much love. One cigarette
[00:29.36]in the non-smoker's tray.
[00:31.86]As the last spire
[00:35.22]trembles up, a sudden draught
[00:38.73]blows it winding into my face.
[00:40.97]Is it smell, is it taste?
[00:44.33]You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
[00:50.74]Out with the light.
[00:53.89]Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
[00:57.86]Till I hear the very ash
[01:00.86]sigh down among the flowers of brass
[01:05.09]I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.