curls of smoke

i feel the ghost

a strand of hair

clinging to my eyes, my face

like lips or a whisper

and i exhale a cloud

like a pillar of smoke

to tell the world

i love you, i am sorry

and i watch as it envelops the planet

in the haziest hug

a love bug

to fill your lungs

with a haemotosis of kisses

and cushion your heavy heart

The End

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