I watched the smoke rise
as I fell down on the wet grass
every inch of my body
wanted to inhale the smoke
the sweet, musky smoke
I felt it making it's way down to my lungs
the burning sensation fighting the pureness
I exhale the silver grey toxic
and watch as it curls and dances
through the thick, pure air
the hazy o-rings growing until they ooze away
my lips gently kissing the tip of the cigarette
until I fall into a state of utter relaxation
the small high, hazy feeling
lasting for a few seconds
and then
making me want more