Smoke

Smoke
A sweet smoking friend
all rolled in rice paper
enlightens
enriches
this poor tired shell

Give me cool music
a dry white wine of distinction
that graces
and laces
my mind with content

Blue cloud hangs suspended
encircles my head like a halo
this fellow
feels mellow
drifts near sleeps edge

Mama's baking up brownies
the aroma so seductive
chocolaty
sweet munchies
fills me full of grins

Rolling with my sexy lady
sliding through the moment
she giggles
and wiggles
we share another toke

Drifting into inner space
I kiss the lady's sweet lips
she sleeps
we sleep deep
wrapped in earthy smoke

R. C. Arquette 5/17/73