Smoke Session

[crosswordsmile]

There was no breeze passing through my home when I awoke,
And the smoke rose,
Creating tiny coiling wormholes in my living room
That I could look into and see worlds,
And you were in many.

Sensual shapes emerged from the same origin
And became every type of creature,
Performing every dance and changing size,
Folding into each other like taffy.

With a steady exhalation,
I could watch it swell
With a cinematic timing
And grace
And then spiral chaotically away.

I thought of you briefly,
But just briefly,
Last night when my body ached
From the push-ups and sit-ups I forced myself to do,
And the pain carried the thought of you over into the next morning
When I watched my finger disrupt
The smoke’s steady upward flow.

In the brevity of that memory
I felt my latent thoughts panicking
From their place in the sea,
Frantic to be seen,
Surfacing and then too quickly drowned.

I could twirl my finger around it
And change it’s course.
I would pull myself away from it
And force a bit of it to linger on my skin before dissipating,
And I felt immensely powerful.