Lisping lights

Thin white wisps

Of smoke escape my lips

The climbing tendrilled casualty

Of embers smoldering casually

Though illuminated by the glow

You'd be hard pressed to know

The softly curving angles

Of my throat are being strangled

Planning ahead never was my style

So I make loving you worth while

Though the distance crushes me

I struggle forward resolutely

Through every hardship and trial

I'll breathe smoke through a smile

Hoping it will persist instead of vanish

There's a fine line between hopeful and foolish