The marijuana man
Image: Ujala Chowdhry He walks the earth with his gentle footsteps Looks at the ground and stays grounded But when he looks high- his head doesn’t touch the sky, his heart does… He talks in a tone ever so surreal With a baritone that quivers the Adam And tingles the breasts of she who listens And slowly surrenders to his will… His soft, luscious, pink lips when kissing the first joint of the night You’d be spellbound by the scene with thoughts going ridiculously obscene You bite your own lips and wait for him to blow into your mouth With his music taking over you’ve been taken over… Stars seem near Trees look like figures Roses smell incredible new The breeze tickles your body and reaches places you'd want him to The smoke smells like earth- like you are lying on a bed of grass and the sky adjusts your light settings, without having to ask… His eyes are bloodshot and drooping He lets a smile brightened his fac