On a Tuesday night.
A mix mash of flavors,
Tantalizing the tongue.
I take a deep inhale,
Allowing the smoke to creep in.
I hold it in.
Then I exhale, releasing the smoke,
From the prison of my mouth.
I inhale again.
And exhale again.
I change the nature of the smoke,
O rings, french inhale, dragon’s breath,
Manipulating the smoke to my liking.
I feel relaxed.
I can feel the pressures of life escaping my soul.
I feel peaceful, calm, free.
I take in more,
Hit after hit.
Until the numbness hits my brain.
Desensitized to the world around me.
I’m feeling that hookah high.
But alas that hookah is fading.
It’s flavor has run dry.
It’s time to call it a night.
Until the next hookah night calls my name.