My love is like a cloying,
Heady smoke.
Obscuring everything around me,
To hide me from strangers.
A thing to breathe in –
When people want to use me.
Secondhand smoke.
Love free for the taking,
Without ever even considering reciprocity.
Formless,
I remain adrift,
Like a curse upon the breeze.
Like A Curse Upon The Breeze.
