Poetry / Smoke Follows Beauty

Smoke follows beauty…
So maybe I shouldn’t stand so close to you.
But I cant tear myself away
I’ve tried running away, walking away, even inching away
But I always end up standing right here next to you.

Smoke follows beauty… it follows you.
And I am always caught in the middle.

Where there is smoke there is fire.
And though my teary smoky eyes I begin to wonder if the fire is me.

Because there is a blaze inside me, and I ardentness I cannot define
That I feel only when I am close to you.

I stand in the wake of this fire you stir in me
I stand in the way of this smoke that follows you

Part of me wants to leave before I hurt myself again, before my eyes cry again
But all of me wants to stay here,
Next to you.

There was a time I could have left you behind
But I can now barely remember when that was

And even when you are away from me
I still live in a world filled with smoke
Because there is always a part of you that I carry with me.

Is it the light in your dark eyes?
Or the velvet in your voice?
Yes, but there is more.

It is that beauty of soul that only you have
That beauty that this smoke follows with a passion that nears my own

Yet this smoke that is born of me, born of this ardent feeling you inspire
That smoke chokes down and away the things I wish I could say to you
Aborts them in my throat before they can be spoken

Or is it my own fear that does this?
I don’t know anymore.

But I do know,
That if the only way for me to be near you
Is to stand silently learning how to breath smoke
Than that is what I will do

I can learn to live without oxygen
And I can learn to live with eyes that constantly cry
But I will never learn how to live without you.

And so I will learn to love the smoke as much as I love you
Because smoke follows beauty… it follows you.

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