As he touches my lips,
I breath him in.
He is my constant,
My only friend.
An intimate moment,
Shared between two.
When we become one,
And form something new.
He eases my fears,
And stops me from crying.
Funny, we met
While someone was lying.

this is not a sex poem
It's about the first time I smoked

April 15, 2004
 
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