In Rooms Full …

In Rooms Full


You breathe deeply around me:

lushly pungent cannabis,

cedar incense,

citrus skins,

perfume of my adrenaline flower.


Slyly finger my edge with your gaze,

sweep long glances against my

soft slopes.


I am high and receptive, stoned,

this drug of being watched

amplifying everything.


I am dizzy, sensory overload, frazzled

and you haven’t held

your generous hands,

wide mouth

against me.


There is a slow intimate

accumulating like snow,

realizing dreamlike that I am naked;

exhilarated, terrified.

About jake.forrest

Poet. Songwriter. Etc. View all posts by jake.forrest

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