Dancing Smoke

I blow the smoke away,
just to watch it dance.
Don't forget that it's beautiful,
just like you.
Watching the smoke swirl
into one, made me understand:
Love molds separate beings
into works of art.
Strange how a simple thing
can seem so romantic.
You create it,
it dances smoothly,
then evaporates.
As if it never existed.
Tragic, yet magical.
Romantic, yet powerful.
It takes more inhales
to create dancing smoke,
just how it takes work
to keep a love alive.

Reviews

[Tamika]

woahhhh! I love this!! So deep, so well written. Very thought provoking. I am astonished at how you took something so simple and related it to love so damn well. This is my favorite piece of yours so far! I am adding it to my favorites (which I don't do often) LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. Also I love the metaphorical qualities! Excellent, excellent poem. I cannot praise you enough.

[LastMonth]

This is calming.
Much like watching smoke is.

A nice take on something that usually spells disaster.
Why not.

Good job.

[Crissy Demonic]

Gorgeous. Very well written.

[Hyacinth]

I- this is amazing. I mean so-amazing-dont-know-what-to-say-amazing. Wow.