Yes, I am one who wastes far too many
of my sparse thoughts on the daily mundane,
so who am I to offer remedy
for beauty sprouting seemingly from plain
brown eyes? I watch as you try to get high
off residue, and you, my love, are far
from pathetic. Our flame is dignified
while licking cannabis in lieu of water.
Your tepid tongue intertwines with mine and
the ashes of my flesh combine with spit,
creating words I never thought I’d send
from my mind let alone my mouth and it
feels good, us. We felt good, we’re still good
at times, yet our mouths have been filled with blood.