You are smoke.
Mesmerizing.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.

You are smoke.
Impossible to touch,
Soothing,
Intoxicating.

You are smoke.
Because even though you slip
through my fingers,
And I can't hold onto you,

You suffocate me.
You make it hard for me to think.
You seep into every inch of my lungs;
You are harmful.

You are smoke.
Evaporating vapour;
And all I want to do is breathe you in.
~j.l.