Tonight’s poem is simply entitled Smoke. Tell me if it is as simple as it sounds. Better still, tell me if it is true. Enjoy.
The smoke curls between the flames.
Warmth radiates, engulfing my body,
But leaving my mind in a chill.
Love is always a fire, smoldering or ablaze,
Wrapping lovers in a warm embrace
While their needs and desires it fulfills.
Once it is through, the ashes blow away,
And the hearts love has consumed leave
Behind the acrid smoke I smell still.