To my Hookah
By: Sorakirin

Oh you beautiful thing.
The object of my relief,
In my Senior year.

You never judge me,
When all my flaws are obvious.
You sit in silence,

A comforting force,
In my stressful life.
Lulling my pain away.

You gorgeous woman
With your silver curves,
Atop your sapphire base

With a hot coal on your head
You were ready to give me a gift,
Of a cool drag from your long hose.

When all was lost
You were there
Lifting me up when I was down.

You became more
Then just the “safer” alternative,
To smoking that I originally got you for.

You became a companion,
A wondrous lover,
And one of my closest confidants.