Favorite Strain

robynnwillllsonI've got a colorful history
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Favorite Strain

by robynnwillllson

My favorite strain to smoke is you

You get that tingle under my skin My neurons create electrical storms every time I think of your lips

I wanna pack you into the bowl between my ventricles

Hold the words you speak in my lungs until I cough out how I feel for you You create galaxies in my mind

I light your words on fire,

And they melt into my lungs like a ribbon of desire.

I fly under your influence beneath my skin,

And no one can see it but me.

Even though i come down when you're gone,

My red eyes terrorize the mirror, Telling me to get another sweet release from breathing you in and holding as tight as I can without you seeing me

I'm afraid of your side affects,

They make my heart thump like a bird wishing to escape its cage, And my eyes cannot focus on anything but you

And the worst part is that you do not smoke at all

I am not your escape

and this is why I don't trust the color blue

Because it leaves a bright beauty in your eyes and colors the insides of my mouth which hasn't been washed clean of its sins

I am not a smoker

But you've got me hook line and sinker in the deep blue trapped in a world where I cannot exist Unless the air that escapes is clouded by you

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Wow! that was deeply thoughtful. A beautifully created allusional poem. The verses are beautifully crafted and worded. Of course, I never smoked pot, so I have no idea what you are alluding to. But if I had, I​ would say that comparing the passion of love to the buzzing high from boo, weed, pot, or whatever it's called now is edgy and brilliant.

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wow really clever analogy!! well done!