High Love

I was feeling kinda down and as usual I spoke to her to uplift me with her voice. Suddenly we started talking about how I feel when  she calls me and I realized I actually felt sorta high and like my Pastor would say, something in me just felt like writing this. Pardon me if it's not comprehensive.... 

 

Let me be
Your coke.
Breathe me
Into your system.
Let me course through
Your veins
And leave you…
Happy.

Let me be your
Weed.
Draw me into your
Very soul
Let me fill your
Head and heart,
Blur the edges of
Your pain.

I am your
Contraband.
Use me
Anyway you want;
Behind closed doors,
In soft-lit rooms,
With happy-music playing.
Take me into you.

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