Author Archives: Tinu
he ganja
light like that lighter than air, but visible i quiver under his gaze and bend to kiss what emits from his pipe stroking and toking we fall further into the sky i am his intoxicant as he is mine shining though dark in the moonlight he traces me, mesmerized by my form i brace myself for the coming storm of motion and despite myself i fling into the emotion all my cares because now i am daring freed by my high