Two puffs white smoke
He exhales into the nightTwo violet minds
So alikeTwo pink eyes,
Stare into mineFour scarlet lips,
Inches apartTwo lighters
Yellow flame,The sunset
The horizonLike a picture
In a frameThree green flowers
In a bowlTwo pairs
Of navy jeansLegs intertwined
Can't tell what it meansTwo lavender lovers
Fade into the dark cobalt nightI want you between my hips
I want you against my lips
Hands in my hair
Chests bare
Arms around your neckSo very in love but
We share the same mistress
Of the name Mary Jane
And that is ok______________________
4.3.16
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POETRY V2
PoetryMy way of getting my feelings out. (Volume I: http://w.tt/1ODU3EZ) All poems © Reina S Mizell 2015-2017