Dance on you angry smoke,
setting fire to the rebellious *****
before escaping through pearly whites.
You are the silent cry for freedom,
the old messenger whispering new stories.
You are dangerous, yes,
leaving an inky black signature on not-so-innocent flesh,
but then everything is dangerous.
You are an ally to those who know,
a comfort to those who love,
and a threat to those who prefer to live asleep.
I will miss the lovely gurgle,
the wonderful sizzle,
but distance makes the heart grow fonder
and my sweet smoke,
one day you will float from my mouth again.