air

 A wisp of white smoke rises
floats, slowly twists around itself
it’s translucence casts barely a shadow
which dances lustily and slowly 
spread over the coffee table
and the back of the couch

you could try to grab the smoke
and clutch it between your outstretched fingers
you could try...

it defies with you with a special ignorance
that type of geniune ignorance that hurts the most
it’s not pretending you’re not there
for it - you really aren’t.

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, the wispy words tease and evade, always just a little out of reach until that very last word. amazing stuff.