Ode to the cloud of fire

you break into bloom
smoothly.
you draw it in
soothing.
you withstand the vapor
suffocating, like a kiss;
and so you cry
but you smile.

you exhale tussively
enduring the pang.
thinking you believe it's salvation.
it is not.
you are violated;
it burns, like compassion and sympathy;
and so you hurt
but you love.

you breathe to be alive so as to conceal your intention
yet the mist is like a pernicuous spreading evil
you granted to infiltrate;
and so you die
but you live.