Swirling Dance Of Smoke
Across the room I see a smoke,
dancing, swirling, a cancerous smog,
a fume with no form,
lifeless, drifting there, lying in wait
deep down into the lungs!
Inhaling its dying seconds,
it dances like I'm invited to join,
to share its soothing mist,
I wonder if it is menthol to smell,
I laid to rest in in peppermint flavor!
