Pot smoke wafting from between the trees smells like hot chocolate on a snowy day.
The smooth fall air crinkles as I walk through it, my shadow stalking my every movement.
I imagine you beside me on the stage with the marijuana cocoa air crinkling your eyes,
The spot light on our A frame position as I kiss you behind the cover of an oriental fan.
The audience laugh laugh laughs and clap clap claps as our dance commences
And marshmallow fog rolls out of beneath our skirts into their pinkish lungs.
I spin you out with the utmost grace and dignity, bow, and see you in the form of James Dean
A cigarette balanced between your lips and sunglasses perched on your nose like a pet
Creamer drips out of the end of your lips into coffee mugs previously so bitter
And I smile graciously before I fold you up into the shape of a star and take you away
I’ll nail you to my bedpost and make wishes upon you every night under the cover of the dark
And drink from you every morning under the exposure of the sun