Roll it up

Roll it up

I want to crush you
And then roll u up in a piece of paper
Mashed, broken, pounded into tiny pieces
Maybe u won’t mean so much to me then

Mix you with tobacco and nicotine
Some chocolate and perhaps an eyelash or two
Preferably one drenched in a tear
Your tear
Add a jarful of hope too.
The smell of the ocean.
the sound of walking through dead autumn leaves.
And some music.

Roll it up.

I want no filter.
What am I filtering what from?
Or rather who am I filtering anything from?
I want you, unadulterated, pure,
I want you in buckets and buckets of yourself
I want you in a never ending amount, an infinite amount.
I want a life time supply of you.

And then I want to smoke you
Smoke you, hope, tobacco and chocolate
I want to lie in a sunflower field in the dead of the night
With a little caterpillar next to my knee
And a blade of grass pressed beneath my arm
And the sky
Crowded, crammed, jammed,
Saturated with stars
And I want to smoke you.
Light you up and inhale your essence
And I don’t want to have to exhale
But I will
So I can breathe you in again

So what are you waiting for?
Roll it up.

And then when I get to the last drag
The very last drag, the one before which I know I’ll burn myself
The one, where as I inhale, I feel between my fingers
The limpness of the fag
I’ll know that there is no you
Or I
There is only us
You within me, in my breath, in my soul
And I, intoxicating your senses…

You see, our love is of the poisonous variety
There is no possibility of you existing without me.

So hurry
I just have a lifetime
Roll it up...