Earlier tonight,
I sat
Legs bared to the chilled air.
Inhaling the frigid burn
Exhaling nicotine tinged
Lung steam.
Blue gray stems
Danced in the moonbeams ; twirled skywards from my pursed pout
And then
for no fathomable reason at all,
As my cherry was still lit,
I flicked my bic
with a resonating
click
and then the hiss of a flame.
I gazed,
enraptured by its beauty.
I lifted up thumb
from the pink plastic pad
and turned by lighter topsy turvy.
I brought it down onto my thigh flesh.
I gasped and lifted it quickly.
The sting of the burn,
A shocked nerve
I rubbed the red skin to soothe,
or maybe savor the hurt.
I remembered the pain
Was transfixed by the thought.
I ignited my lighter once more.
Let the fire live longer
While I puffed and huffed
Another marlboro.
I stuck the lighter to my body once more
The heat frazzled me
I let go
As the hiss from my lips
replaced the fires roar.
Bliss-
It burns.
