Unwashed coffee mug.
An incomplete assignment.
Assortment of herbs,
And the station is a mess.
Seeds scattered around,
Leaves pressed under my favorite novel,
Papers and cigarettes and bong,
Welcome to the den.
And somewhere in this mess,
I lost you, a dear friend of mine.
Where have you gone? The silver box? No!
The waste-basket? Hell no!
And suddenly I spot you,
lying down gracefully by the chocolates,
your beauty pulling me towards you,
to lit you up, drag in the smoke- to love you, dear
joint!