if we smoked a j together, we might as well just kiss

not wet,

just a tinge damp,

just right

.

rotating sparks,

passing looks, laughs,

turning to coughs

& laughs again.

eyes fluttering, falling

into a deeper cherry

& this time

my walls are peeling their paper

.

thanks for sharing your photos.

i promise to have them on my

coffee table.

only day soon.

maybe never

(12/20/23)

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