emc poetry

You wanna get high?

Inhale the smoke you found in me

in June

periwinkle and green

clouds of twilight.

Shimmering in the sunlight

I’m the drug you don’t want to

become addicted to

but your body says different.

You wanna get high?

With the taste on my lips

of your favorite whiskey

wasted wondering why

you’re not mine.

-emc