Cannabis

A paper,

Tobacco,

Lighter,

Cannabis,

A hand rolled joint.

With undivided attention,

With perfection and,

Strive to cure,

But what does it cure?

Will a puff of it

Cure the bruise,

You left on my body,

When you were forcing,

Yourself inside me.

Will a puff of it,

Make me lose all

Our memories in hazy clouds of fume,

I have gathered around me.

What will I receive?

Will you love me forever?

Like you do

Or may be pretend to,

When you are high.

Will your eyes will invariably have a thirst for my naked body?

Covered in the white satin bed sheet.

Will you love me forever,

When you were sober,

Or I am meant to be loved this way.

Stoned, blazed, bouldered, wrecked.