"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..."

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.

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.