Unlit Leaves Poem by Dom Wisperez

I hold the rolled leafs up,
Not yet lit;
I run my nose down its length.
I breath in,
And the drag is sweet

such natural fragrance,
such earthly looks
Not yet lit.
The drag is sweet.

As I inspect the cylinered plant
vains I see.
brown, skeletal layers,
rolled tight for delight.

I hold the rolled leaves up.
slipped between lips
Not yet lit;
the tongue tastes a bitter sweet sting.

I've long waited to set afire,
my well taken cylindered plant.
And now that it has been admired.
A new drag will come with-in.