"dopily" poems
"pass it"
I take a drag, filling my lungs with the sweet Mary- Jane
I see your eyes, your hair, your freckles as if you are a newly discovered galaxy
I watch your slow, drugged movements in awe
your fingers creating poetry on the tips of mine as you remove the blunt
I see your face dopily moving towards mine
my mind is rushing in the lustful kind of way
"do you feel it?" you ask
and if by feel it you mean the unavoidable attraction I have to you, to your body- the craving I have towards your lips
"it just hit me real hard..."
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
A transition so swift that
lifts me from one dream and
drops me
dopily
into wakefulness
which is another dream
unless
I'm mistaken.
If I'm taken alive
it'll be
name
rank and
serial number
until they torture me.
and then
I'll sing like a canary.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
We are both so shy
Though I did not know
We both had a few drinks
I tried to be close all night
And as the night wore on
I was mid sentence when
He leaned in and surprised me
With the best kiss I've ever had
He pulled away and smiled
High on happiness I dopily smiled
Back.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC