Fresh off of a low tide I
rolled in the presence of your warm
thickness. Tightly packaged, reaching heights
I’d last seen in the rolling hills of home
long forgotten. Lips dark from loving,
licking and sealing the gift of being lifted.
I knew it. I knew I wanted you. But one puff is enough
for a brother to choke, or be stoned or to hunger for
something more fulfilling that you,
may not have at our disposal. May not be
able to afford to give that which is desired and I’d be
Soul growling with munchies because I tasted the blunt truth
of your essence but you couldn’t give me the depths of your
spirit. I wouldn’t hear it. Couldn’t handle the
throat chop of love,
so fuck it.
Give me a quick blunt, sealed with the sweetness
of your full lips. So i can sore high and
forget these scars of unrequited affections.