WW: Ode
I really do love smoking
Though I no longer do
Pre-packed or loose
Different rituals
Same love Firm, edged, rectangular body
Smacking against the heel of my palm
Crinkle crinkle the plastic unwraps
And – oh!
The lovely indent at the tip Spongy filter pressed against lips
Flick flick the flint sparks
Light burns yellow to orange
A cherry alive
Going up in smoke Rolling is
The epitome
The dedication
The perfection Not too much
Not too little
Just right
The moist strands pulling