Reading "The Best Cigarette"

I'm reading this poem about cigarettes
and it makes me want one
even though the few that I have had
have left me
unimpressed
but this author's smooth words
envelope me in a thin smoke,
making me want to hold something
between my fingers
and gently kiss the tips
of thin white lighted rolls.
His words speak through
the smoke rings
and mix together
when they meet at the ceiling.
And when that cigarette
becomes a train
leaving trails of smoke behind
as the poet works at his typewritter
I imagine myself a passenger
waving my hands
to an abandoned lover
waving back at me
with tears in his eyes
while I smile through mine.

...August 2003