Curiosity

Through just-parted lips I blow, deliberate and slow A fine silver smoke rises, I watch it go A gorgeous heaven-bound stream; I'm left below To dream of steam trains in the sky Out of the corner of my eye, I catch one dragging chemicals Out of a thin paper wand; years of life and health she sells For this finger-long vice, but this I must tell When it's this cold outside, I get curious What hazy distraction does the cigarette evoke? You breathe in, then pause. Do you hold in the smoke Because it's warming your lungs? I'm certain I'd choke. Yet I wonder if it feels like fire inside