Blue, right?
That was your colour.
That was the fragrant of February that week.
I've still pictured it inside my ribs
If any day I have to crawl back, I can.
Even so you know
You feel vibrant to me
When sunlight touches your skin
Or when moon is above you
You're vibrant
You're dusky
You gleam
You then dim
Why are you everything?
YOU ARE READING
Blue Psychedelics
PoetryI think I wasn't just tripping, The psychedelics that fed me Got a lover out of the universe.
