The chill of the night is forgotten

in the glow of the lighter

Tingling numbness at the tips of your fingers,

And you flick the wheel – sparking up.

Just a dab To get high

Paranoia but you do it.

You said, “it tastes like strawberries,”

as the smoke pours out of the pipe like honey.

.

it’ll be okay; what sweet lies. 

stroke your hair; BENT WITH DRAGS OF STRAWBERRY.