The Drug and I

fact, the evasion of eye to eye,

was intense, inept and the intent was to kill the light,

or else we couldn't exchange notes in the excitement of the night,

for the drug and I, the first puff called for heavy might.

the drug and I grew bolder after the first puff,

beside the river we would sit on the fat parts,

of the stone as we listened to each other's fast hearts,

walking home hand in hand to our tiny packed hut,

the drug and I, we ate each other's cookies.

the drug and I,we ate each other's cookies,

chewing and gurgling the juices like in the movies,

on each we rode like horses,

pulled eachs ponies from on the terrain of roses,

at liberty to explore whatever our minds crosses,

we did lovely things, the drug and I.

Did bad things the, drug and I,

could feel the anger make boil and heft higher,

enough to on each other hurl hell fire,

for the sake of love we became mercenaries for self hire,

we hurt each other, the drug and I.

the hurt of spewing unfathomable venom,

the hurt of shoving lumps of grump down eachs throat,

the hurt.

the hurt of digging into the chest ripping the heart out,

the hurt of boiling each other's liver eating like cannibals,

the hurt of sucking out peace, swooshing upon the soup of boiled esteem,

the hurt of wondering, the drug and I.

the drug and I had goosebumps and pimples,

as I lay there head spinning like a spin the wheel,

and salivating at the sharp shadows of the nipples,

as she danced and I was ready to kneel,

we pumped each other, the drug and I.

the drug and I, we pumped each other,

with the lethal dose of fussy lust,

hiding under the emerald sensation felt by each lover,

drowning in the reek of sweat and cum we lay there at last,

we stared at the roof, the drug and I.

the drug and I, we stared at the roof,

pondering, fussing, jostling at the tight of the loop,

lethargic, lousy,lossy, lovely she looked liberated,

feeling feisty, foreseeing a new victim,

the drug and I, we knew who was the "dictim".

we knew Who was the "dictim", the drug and I,

and once in a while we had binoculars to look to the futures,

a seeking a season, space, a state that is full of royal blues, hazels, and fuchsias,

but blurred it grew as we walked along the aisles of Janu and Dushyant,

it was not bright what we could see, the drug and I.

it was not bright what we could see, the drug and I,

the darkness of a bitter sweet forbidden affair,

the darkness, each wanting the meat a piece a share,

it was not bright coz hopeless we were a pair,

the drug and I, adamantly willingly captured in a snare.

captured in the snare of a feeling that is rare,

tethered in the stare of a trouble that is there,

we will lie here, bloody hungry fangs peeping from their home,

we will lie here, sadly angry at the seeping guilt of a mind's roam,

strengths ebbing, weak jaws gnawing the lifeless bones.

we will lie here, the drug and I, like two a prong.

and wait for cupid to sing the song of the wrong.