long fat cuban

wanted one of them

rolled tight

on a virgins thigh
a long match to light

cured in a humidor

tasting of brown leaf

& a brandy

Osbornes 103 please

to sip & sit with

maybe moisten the end

taste the sweet

& the strong

red embers in the fire

bright mirrors

to catch light

to sit with these

think deep thoughts

plot a new war

maybe it’s time

to let the last go

but never mind

time to take time

live in today