Gently caressing, with the faintest of smiles
And an almost loving look, as though holding a baby
He draws on satisfaction as his lips envelope the golden tip
Sucking his poison, from a land far away, to his lungs
But to see the relief it brings makes me almost forgive.
Removing it slowly, he holds in the smoke, savouring
Each cloud that swirls within before calculated release,
His eyes close, he savours the exhalation with contentment
And a taste of happiness and pleasure completes his face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting write...good metaphors. -SG