It's quite obvious, don't you see?

picture Mother Nature, doomed to freeze
                periodically throughout the eternities.
Icicles form over each one of her
                 delicate joints,                                                        
n­umb her bones
                 to negative degrees,                                                         ­ 
she is not spared
                 by which she cannot control                                                     
lock­ed within this seasonal icebox,                                                          ­               
                not bearing a single key.
                                                            ­                                                                 ­       
Envision your
          fresh-lit cigarette                                                        ­            
whatever brand it may be
it gives your head
        a little lift,
exhale,
        *** appeal
and that filter
        kissing your lips
is a feeling unlike many.

So as you stand
         outside in the cold,                                                            ­    
smoke trailing from
         where you stand                                                            ­      
remember the wind
           only wishes to feel                                                           
a­s you do now,   

                                                        ­                                   
lit cigarette in hand.