The warm air

carries it lightly;

throwing it to the wind.

It disseminates.

Lungs desperately struggle

To absorb the essence;

Inhaling toxic substances.

Sometimes it rolls in

On the tongue of the ocean

Like a boat at sea

And mouths await

For to taste the

Salty prize

Sometimes it is stolen:

A greedy lip

on a familiar cigarette

aching for the fullness

of its smoky lies.

Sometimes it comes sprinting

Pounding the flesh,

Like a steamy rain

Piercing through

It will consume you.