Smoke

Peanut butter sarnies Wacky baccy smoke Hysterical laughter At an unfunny joke Colours so intense Brighter than I've ever seen Sound reverbing through me Clearer than it's ever been Passing the material of her Skirt through my fingers A softly caressing sensation That soothes and lingers It seems I'll never tire Just can't get too much Of the texture of the cloth Electric to my touch Passing that toke Between us to and fro Each inhalation Very deep and slow Her head on my shoulder Arm around my waist Dreamy sort of time Nothing done in haste. It's seem I am floating Drifting towards the sky Immersing in the depths Of this technicolor high Senses enhanced until Sliding slowly to the norm Visions disappear as in time The world reassures its form