Ashes, Ashes

Cigarette tips

glowing like fireflies

from red sharp lips

the smoke

curls and hangs uncertainly in the air

like wisps of grey silk

ans tangling in her graying hair dyed black

Long slim fingers

lacquer nails glimmering in the dim lamplight

the pulse fluttering at her soft neck

the skin, worn for ages, is soft and folds like tan leather

the gentle arch of her wrist in lace gloves

tarnished too, by the dust of time

smoke rings and puckered lip stains

purple blue hooker eye shadow from an era long past

the butterfly that danced at night has grown old and weary of her stage

yet she still craves her youth's beauty

lush breasts and plush thighs

her voice once a sweet moaning purr to the ears

now a stuttering engine of a car

rusted by smoke and liqueur

her lips are still sticky and red

but that's all that remains

a red red red mouth and glowing cigarettes

an ages prostitute reclines in the dim light in a husk of her former beauty

reminisce 

the memories in the gray elusive wisps

Cigarette tips

glowing like fireflies

Ashes ashes

falling like sighs

Remember