Look, at the kind of demons I'm mixing hands with,
The kind of ritual I'm performing
The kind of spells I'm reading
Only so my drugs get you high enough,
Maybe curve your head tucked in your thigh
Begging, pull close this string,tied.
Recognize the flavour of my soul
Our insanity; it's tied with the same lock
The way you peel me open,
It's the key.
You read this low
Snipped out vocals; you scream it.
Universe paints is
Blissfully I inhale,
See there, you know it too
Just as tenderly as me.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Psychedelics
PoesíaI think I wasn't just tripping, The psychedelics that fed me Got a lover out of the universe.
