A Quick Blunt


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,

or I,

may not have at our disposal. May not be

able to afford to give that which is desired and I’d be

stuck.

faded.

frozen.

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.

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