ignite me with your flames made of colourants and chemicals.
i wanna be high off of the same thing you're on.
for you live with so much zest, you could be tripping off of edibles.
and i wouldn't mind joining you if it meant you, my love, turning into a song.
burn me with your lips and leave a ring of fire against my face.
i want to be at the exact place where you lay.
if i can get just a hint of you, just a trace
i promise i can give you more pleasure than that roll of mary jane on your windowpane.
but you denied
and i cried
and we both died
as i held the both of us at ignition point, blunts aiming at our heads.
i guess that's what happens when you finally get high.
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last poem for a while