Loveboro

It's like a wisp of smoke 
     Whispered feelings feeding into each breathe
             With every inhale, your soul is clearer
        With every exhale, the end is nearer
             
            
          You're like a wisp of smoke
 Appearing so suddenly
       But in the blink of a blink,
 you've become a spiritual casualty

                                        
 I'm like a wisp of smoke

Enticing to your cranium
A match to spark your sentiments
Then I'm flicked into oblivion
Like a wisp of smoke
I mean it when say I love you
Until those words
become the cracks in the cement I fall through

Reviews

[Dayran]

A love that is touch ... life and spirituality ... and yet is as wisps ... that we cannot hold. In many cases ... it leads straight to a life of feverish sex and driven pleasures. It helps to catch that wisp and ... in time ... turn it to the living. A poem like a playful child at the beach ... running to avoid the waves coming in. Nice ...

[Nebunova]

Indeed, it was my way of conveying love's fleeting ways . Thank you for reading and posting your feedback, I appreciate it tons :)

[Einstein Noodle]

well said .. romantic and tragic rolled up in smoke ... took my time with my firt read thru .. it was easy .. clear .. very relatable .. on all sides of the spectrum .. i like that you went from whisper to wisp .. strong connecting link for me .. so refreshing you include the spiritual .. it is something (i think) can never be denied .. in love sex and war ;)
nice one!
E.

[Nebunova]

Thank you for your kind words my friend, they are much appreciated :)