Soft tendrils of smoke, a lazy serpent.
Tenderly it writhes, yielding softly to
a warm summer breeze, we see it repent.
It leaves a gentle scent and tints of blue.
Cracked lips slowly part as teeth firmly clamp
down unyielding, a stalwart symphony.
The pulsing amber glow soothes, a tired lamp
shimmers steadily, a febrile journey.
Cultivated earth fermented with time;
delivers brazen luxury to which
tastebuds dance. Moments of solace, once primed,
open velvet drapes, serving to enrich.
A sultry stillness permeates the soul,
Now I can sense I am back in control.
