I thought about you today. And blueberries. And that place, with the beer and the weed.
That little taste of your lipstick on the joint.
Sweet lord...

"How is it we got here? Man, I'm so high."

And the sky and the clouds and that one big star over the church.
Your runny nose and the cigarettes and the smoke.
That little bench on the hill.

And your hand and your fingers and your voice.
And your thoughts. That guy and girl.
But mostly your hands and your nails and your fingertips. Your eyes. Smile.

And the staircase and those trees and that lamp post and your neck...
Your perfume.
And that little taste of your neck on my lips. Your ear between my teeth.
And your warmth.
And the walk and your neck again.
Again. Again.