Fresh Love
You're the part of the world I was never shown
A place where the pot hits your lungs in the
most pleasurable of ways.
What we do is illegal,
but I've never felt so dangerously free.
Staying awake with the stars, sharing our
deepest thoughts with their non-existent
brains.
I feel you in unimaginable ways.
Every illegal moment feels alive; a
beating heart caressed by my
brittle ribcage.
Copyright © Tricia Campese | Year Posted 2016
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