Spruce Tree Evening

Incandescence, pale green

thrown into the stars and

blinkers roofing me,

soft geometrics crossing my irises-

I haven't been here in years.

I love you in a different way now,

vein labyrinth of molecules and cannabanoids, 

tracing circles on the skin 

and holding my hand gently. 

Laughing gas nothing, 

I need the spruce trees 

to open my third eye, 

you are all blind men without me. 

Reviews

[wordman]

soft and sweet,great imagery

[scarlynn]

Thank you! I really appreciate your review :)