to my sexy sadie, the loveliest lady in my life! sex, smoke rings, and sadie there's sadie, lost in a book spellbound by words and the images always spinning in her head cigarette buried between two fingers aimed at a cleverly placed ashtray and after you've softly nudged the door open you can peak in and catch her in literary trance a second later, she lifts herself out of the book and welcomes you with a slight swing of her head and you're always eager to make yourself cozy in the warm, weathered blankets, saturated with a peaceful, sleepy, smoky scent sadie speaks like poetry is read her whole body moves like a symphony delicately orchestrated to the sound of her voice the smoke from my pipe swirling around her like belly dancers and ballerinas she slips her fingers in between mine and like a pickpocket, my pipe is gone and an instant later, whispers of smoke escape out her perfectly formed lips she sighs and returns the pipe to me we've escaped to another mindset where we both understand vast amounts of unspoken knowledge and unseen artwork and i don't think i could be this relaxed even if i reached nirvana, unless sadie was there to share it with me, and a pipe was lit in her hand