The beauty of entheogens is as intoxicating as the physical flesh. But beware, words spoken by beautiful lips are often laced with riddles. Truth leads to beauty but beauty does not always lead to truth.
slightly fixated
tormented and seized
turned on, taken oversuspiciously pleased
I cover my eyesawait your grace
i know your close
In this imaginary place
to leave the abstract
and speak more real
to drop the metaphorsand the dark appeal
to be as vividas you naked in bed
to make no sense
of the things I’ve said
this is who
i seem to bewhen chemical keys
open me
I feel your breath upon my neck
more distinct yet indirect,
than the lilting of your voice
Your soft whispers
flow like rivers
the words are warm,
yet wrought with shivers
I feel you without choice
You’re a dark phantasm
an arresting spasm
lure me deeper
into your chasm
strip me of volition
Pressed to your neck
I dance with death
take me to completion
A journal of mind expanding drugs.
