As we glide
An incessant Kush
Softens the grind
Can I Sense your Soft Surface? Or
Is it merely a reflection through this
Blue,
Quasi-chequered construction?
I long to see as you see me:
A dangling *******
Encompassed by a wide,
Gasping mouth
Gargling sac
I will see you
On the next train
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
As we glide
An incessant Kush
Softens the grind
Can I Sense your Soft Surface? Or
Is it merely a reflection through this
Blue,
Quasi-chequered construction?
I long to see as you see me:
A dangling *******
Encompassed by a wide,
Gasping mouth
Gargling sac
I will see you
On the next train
Inspired by a recent experience on an unknown train at an undisclosed location
