Thoughts.

Ambient thoughts. Hang about. Creeping smoke. In a stream. Floundering. Causing me. To get sick. Ambient thoughts. In scented form.

My Mind Too.

In my mind, a warm hand. I hold tightly. A great relief. Random shots. Video clips. Things we would do. Places to be. A warm hand.

My Mind.

In my mind, playing movies. Alternate realities. Other places imagining. A happier life. All the trappings required. Existing in my mind.

Regret.

Oh, old regrets repeatedly poke. Annoying jabs only to remind. Creating senseless scenarios playing. Imagining other lives. Old regrets.

Love.

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
It enters the senses creeping in silence.
Impregnating all with a subtle smell.
Inhaling freely;
gladly losing breath;
desperately wanting to choke.
Maddening presence filling empty places.
Taking over spaces unknown.