Black and Mild

Creamy, sweet,

thick curling smoke that drifted

from between my parted lips

and left aftertastes of charred vanilla

nestling coyly on my pointed tongue

Could I go back,

that's how

I would have recounted

my affair with the cigar

for the look you gave

when I could not describe the flavor

burns a hole in me

even on this cold and distant day