Smoke Rings
Exhaling
perfectly formed spheres
transparent, though not,
drifting further away
dissipating in slow motion.
Each ring resembles
parts of you,
as the shape of your lips,
an image between hips
only to keep me there.
Smoke rings
in an already filled atmosphere,
a room filled with them,
floating, aimless
abandoned
until each one becomes
part of the whole.
Open your mouth
one last time,
create again what I crave,
perfection
without words, or meaning
though it screams at me
to be there next to you,
inhaling what I needyou.