Words flitting from
heart to heart
embracing seductive breeze
of dusk and dawn
mesmerizing
you and me with
marijuana aroma.
Anesthetic moonlight
elicited truth
of tear on dry rose
questioning
why to create love fable
for end is sure to come.
why to parabolize feeling
for truth is hard to find.
Where is truth, that you want
for blood tranquilizes
millions narcotics of infidelity.
Let me come
and bury myself in your lap
Let me see
how it feels to suffer
when sedative marijuana
makes me ‘you’ and you ‘me’
Why to ask questions
when every answer reflects
in simplicity of soporific marijuana.
Let me become MARIJUANA for YOU!
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