Like a lover

Click. Click.

With a flick of a hand the tiny white cyclinder is brought to life, given purpose in the cool sunset lit evening.

Inhale.

One gentle tug at the tendrils of smoke trying to dance away in the breeze. The amber light, not yet coupled with grey ashes, burning slightly brighter. The captured wisps doing a slow elegant roll in dying branches of once healthy lungs.

Exhale.

And the curls of smoke rejoined by their brothers, wrapping around slender fingers that dismiss the used and gladly abused remains of their origin. As if swimming through the gentle air, they grow wild and lost just before their perfect shape bleeds into nothingness.

Inhale.

With a kiss, the owner hungry for more, the ribbons disappear for a moment, their dance now in high demand elsewhere only to reappear with a slight twist to their steps, more of glide to the heavens.

Exhale.

Even in this tranquil light where the darkness of a placid night threatens to dominate, the embers come to realize they have a passionate side to them, illuminating the long fingers that cradle the delightful treat. The street lamps can only look on, jealous of the growing adoration between poison and happy inamorata.

Inhale.

One last impassioned kiss. One last release of the ruins of a relationship no longer as entrancing as it was at the start. Discarded with a glance that softly sings of having been there, done that. The still vibrant embers, aroused by the passing breeze, extinguished without so much as a second thought. The last breath nothing more than an dispassionate, lackluster

Exhale.

Click.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Repeat.