Contact High

It's like
The hands of time
Are holding two big pistols
Sticking up midnight
At gun point
 Rushing
Trying to usher in
A new dawn
While I breath
Deeply
With you in my arms
Tightening my loose
Palms on you
Fingertips touching easy
To produce a warmth
To shield
Us from
The chill
Heat to an eased
Degree
Of direct closeness
How could I go for this?
                                                        You just had to move
Sparking such a contrast of moods
As I'm exposed directly to some genetics
Infection of a pleasant Jone's electric residue
Left in the ash
Of a recent memory when we last cradled the task of two
Thats to be done
But never to a completeness
Or closing
Scents had my vents open since this evening
Seeping in every inch of me
The aroma is much stronger
Feelings getting the best of me when technically
I only took one short pull after it was lit
Still such a fulfilling fix reestablishing the habit
Of a soul controlled addiction
Which amplifies the beautiful music
We both compose and play
But this is such a much urgently serious tune
Thats in a dyeing need of a reprise
                               "YOU KNOW HOW WE VIBE"
You don't have to fire up nothing, Cause baby I've got a Contact High

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2006

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