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They tell you that you'll cough
Your first time
You won't know how to do it right and it will burn
The smoke will fill your mouth and throat and lungs
And you'll cough
But you won't get high, not yet
They hand it over to you and you accept
Your eyes warily, eagerly, excitedly on the thick brown reed of intoxication
You do it just as they tell you:
Pull in, pull in the tobacco and marijuana and whatever else is in there
Pull in the fire
Pull in air to chase it all down
You don't cough
A puff of grey smoke breathes out from your lips,
A sight you never thought you'd see
As recently as 20 months ago
Except perhaps on a cold day when clouds
Might issue from the moist heat of your mouth
And you think that you'd like to have sex
Outside in the cold sometime,
Heat rising off your bodies like wispy wraiths dancing in the dark,
The way it did when you stood up from the hot tub
Into the cool night, stars winking above you
As you held out your arms like a sacrifice,
Their pale, glistening surfaces steaming in the late autumn air
You'd like to strip down and make the snow,
Sparkling in the moonlight, your bed
And the only warmth around emanating
From you and him and the friction between your moving bodies
And you imagine there would be a halo of heat
From where you were joined,
An illustration of your lust
In the form of frozen fire
The snow would chill your back, the air would cool your face
And he would toast your front, melt your insides,
Phantoms rising off your skin and swirling around the both of you
And the fire you'd make,
It would burn like your second drag
Which scorches your throat
And then you cough
Your first time
You won't know how to do it right and it will burn
The smoke will fill your mouth and throat and lungs
And you'll cough
But you won't get high, not yet
They hand it over to you and you accept
Your eyes warily, eagerly, excitedly on the thick brown reed of intoxication
You do it just as they tell you:
Pull in, pull in the tobacco and marijuana and whatever else is in there
Pull in the fire
Pull in air to chase it all down
You don't cough
A puff of grey smoke breathes out from your lips,
A sight you never thought you'd see
As recently as 20 months ago
Except perhaps on a cold day when clouds
Might issue from the moist heat of your mouth
And you think that you'd like to have sex
Outside in the cold sometime,
Heat rising off your bodies like wispy wraiths dancing in the dark,
The way it did when you stood up from the hot tub
Into the cool night, stars winking above you
As you held out your arms like a sacrifice,
Their pale, glistening surfaces steaming in the late autumn air
You'd like to strip down and make the snow,
Sparkling in the moonlight, your bed
And the only warmth around emanating
From you and him and the friction between your moving bodies
And you imagine there would be a halo of heat
From where you were joined,
An illustration of your lust
In the form of frozen fire
The snow would chill your back, the air would cool your face
And he would toast your front, melt your insides,
Phantoms rising off your skin and swirling around the both of you
And the fire you'd make,
It would burn like your second drag
Which scorches your throat
And then you cough