I reach for the tip

Of a filtered cigarette

And give it a flip

I think of her as I give it a kiss

Lucky Miss Sweet

Let my tongue be the spark

That comes to flame in your heart

Then one day we may depart

Our sad situations with a brand new start

You are the cherry that burns

The ash covered dancer resting in hand

Escaping my reach in plumes of smoke

My love cannot be bought or sold

You need not work for my hand to hold

Take courage, dear, my love is bold

May my name be something written in your soul

And let my words be the pieces to make you whole

Photo Credit: Vito Ferrante