Mental Cigarette

Sipping on red wine
Fermenting in the jazzy setting ....
The misty air dances with the rays of sunlight stretching its limbs through the sleeping glass

There sits this woman ...
Skin like a melting toffee
With a huge afro
Her gestures ... Sophisticated ...
A contained kind of feisty that's just eager to tap its feet .... To the haunting blues

But she mystified me
 ... Smooth. Succulent yet curvy legs.
 Folded in royal manner ..
Chin perched ... Held high ..
The accessory to her aristocratic nature and she
Inhales the smoke
Inhaling .. The past and present in the pipe she pulled on strategicaLly and sometimes ... Inhaled harder ... Unconsciously ...... Exhaling at the punctuation in each thought

And that seemed so sensual ....
She inhaled the lessons .... Of anything
 and everything ..
 With steady eyes fixed on the " do whops " and " humming " from the jazzy orchestra

I longed for this " look "
This ease ... With this posh refined finish ...
To make everything speak in the smoke I exhaled ...
 With calm .. Soothing expressions to contrast the taste of the bitter - sweet air

So I .... Folded my legs
And .... Loosed my hair
...... Loving my loose goldish curly - yet tired afro

And I erected my back in sensual military manner and ....
 Dived into the 1962 in the blues ..... Transported every part of me ... To the richness of that century that merely traveled through the trumpets to the ears of surface listeners

And I began to smoke ....
Inhaling for the first time .... A mental cigarette ..
Wrapping the ugliness I brushed aside in an objective perspective brownish kind of paper ...
And lit it afire
.... And virgin lungs .. Coughed ..
Unaware of this new found form of thinking ...
So again I pulled lightly ...
Closed my eyes and exhaled ... The impurities ... The lesson of the ugliness now filling my lungs ..
Floating higher ... In the air of 1962

and I rolled another blunt of blunt memories and aDded the grated orange peels of the sweet present ...
And this new taste so poignant , pungent .. Gave me a greater understanding ... Of the connections I missed ... During conscious thinking

... My goodness this " high "
Became irresistible .... I heard the humming birds outside the window pane singing to the hibiscus . Using the jazzy ambiance as his backup

....And then it hit me
When in deep thought ...
Take time to slow down .... Move through , under and over ur words .... And then in reverse ...
And sometimes just ponder on one word or the titles of each lesson taught

Pay attention ...
Inhale and exhale ...
Smoke those words
And smoke ur thoughts
And smoke ......even the lessons that hurt ! ...

#to the girl that's still hurting