2/28/2020- Smoke

I lit an incense today. In that, I once again met Smoke.

Smoke is a beautiful girl. I have loved her my whole life. Whether we come together from a cigarette or a fire, She always leaves her smell on me as a memory of her visit.

Today, I tried to confess. I offered my hand to her. I wished to dance To Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D Major, My favorite of his works.

When we made contact, She dissolved. She apologized, but it's okay. Instead, she swarmed my senses, Making my numbed brain buzz.

Her shape curled in dazzling ringlets, And we began to dance around each other. Smoke surrounded me, Swirling and spiraling, spreading to each corner of my soul.

But soon, the incense will go out And Smoke and I will part once more. But I love her And her smell lingers As a reminder that she loves me.

Songs- Violin Concerto in D Minor op. 35- Tchaikovsky