black hair cascading down her back
she stands in the entrance
with one long manicured fingernail
she beckons him to enter
"your turn"
she says as the smoke billows around her
he enters the den
eager to taste
the thick black paste
that will transport him to a place
opening up his mind
allowing him to find
keys and sounds and signs
the sweet aroma fills his lungs to capacity
he loses sense of time
tenacity
it passes too quickly
reality
he sees long black hair
out the corner of his eye
as the cold air from outside
rudely jolts his senses
he realizes he must leave this place
it is unhealthy for him to yearn
but he will stop tomorrow
one more day to hide his sorrow
and the sweet music he has learned
to connect two words
"your turn"
she stands in the entrance
with one long manicured fingernail
she beckons him to enter
"your turn"
she says as the smoke billows around her
he enters the den
eager to taste
the thick black paste
that will transport him to a place
opening up his mind
allowing him to find
keys and sounds and signs
the sweet aroma fills his lungs to capacity
he loses sense of time
tenacity
it passes too quickly
reality
he sees long black hair
out the corner of his eye
as the cold air from outside
rudely jolts his senses
he realizes he must leave this place
it is unhealthy for him to yearn
but he will stop tomorrow
one more day to hide his sorrow
and the sweet music he has learned
to connect two words
"your turn"