the flickering fog
warms you like a blanket
such a simmering snog
but you cannot spank it
for the fog is ephemeral
swiftly swirling vectors
not animal veg nor mineral
semi-intangible specters
shimmering wavelets
pulsing clouds of light
distributed droplets
shine within the night
each cloudlet hovers
at the edges of sight
fractal of the covers
that hold you tight
just outside the margins
the vapors hide their capers
upholding ethereal shims
evading reality’s scrapers
but you cannot see beyond
these illusions they create
without a wooden wand
this fog the senses sate
that which offers comfort
soothes the curious eyes
thus the fog’s purport
serves as sure disguise
it warms you like a blanket
enjoy the flickering fog
for you shall never shake it
its ever simmering snog