I want to shed you like a snake skin
Want to throw you up like too much whiskey

The sweet relief in the churning twisting convulsions of my stomach

You cling to me like an old man to his glory days

I only wish I could be the
Nirvana
            smoke
off incense
Transcending its earthly form

Dancing around your finger tips
Performing acrobatic
            Bends and gracefully thick swirls

But never to be touched, grasped ,or handled by you ever again.

You grab at me
but I am already gone

I dissipate