I would love to be cast in an old musical, as
One of Marlene Dietrich’s cigarettes
Shivering with pleasure as her slim, handsome fingers
Reached in slowly, pulling me from the packet.
I would linger languidly on that brief, exquisite moment
Of anticipation, before she put me to her glistening lips,
Picked up her lighter (shining, phallic, silver)
And breathed me in, setting fire to my tip.
I long to find myself inside that luscious mouth
Of hers, while she sucked on my shaft- the perfect drag.
How special I would feel, the glowing appendage,
Forgetting for a while I was just a plain old fag.
But oh my ecstasy would be deliciously short-lived-
My passion consumed by her need for a fix
I’d be sucked dry, burned down, stubbed out-
Extinguished by the glare of the dazzling Dietrich.
The next stick in line would be ready, and taught
Marlene inhaling, and blowing again
I’d watch from the ashtray as the smoke wafted by-
Back to my role as a used-up fag end.