Stars That Flashed Poem by James McLain

Being lured out side with more than verbs.
Metaphors how they appear to the ear.
That has to be the hottest thing I have ever seen.
Wisps of smoke coiled up and out of reach.
As she finished speaking the other reached down.
Moving the blunt ever closer to glowing light lips.
Chained to the tree by a beast, teasing me.
Moving it up and brown paper bag ribbed down.
Then rubbing it up against the trees bark.
Saving rose red, purple lips until after the parting.
I heard it I pulled like a vacuum it hissed.
Straining I thought, was she moving or not.
Shivering I kept moving as it continued to rain.
Lightning stars that flashed all night long in the park.