CAMELOT FANTASIES

Love my pensive thoughts shifting in the dark shadows
Carefully unwrapping the paper peering at then smooth cedar wood humidor
Discovering tightly rolled Fonseca Cuban cigars
Clipping the tip with the cigar cutter
Rolling the cigar between my fingers feeling for knots and finding it smooth
Basking in the sweet smell of the cigar as I breath in aroma
Lighting long matches after match
As I lick the tip and draw the smoke in my mouth puff after puff and blow it out
The golden red hue slowly enflaming tightly wrapped leaves
Sweet aroma of the cigar is wafting eliminating the sulphuric scent of the matches
Exhale the smoke
A plethora of ideas just crammed into my head
Ideas are flowing in mass flooding
Needing wanting to be the first idea I write
It's part of my meditation
It's part of my creative process
As the cigar requires multiple matches and my attention to detail is pouring down on paper
My writing changing as the characters interchange
How I love the process
How I love the flow of words
That tip over each other
Clamouring for attention
Story development