[IN THE GANJA SMOKE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN..
http://youtu.be/YezkYiSkvzY
Memories of you float by like drifting smoke and I find myself drawn in... Taken to other places where we once were new.
When your skin smelled like dew and I first looked into the liquid pools of your eyes.
You touch me from the smoke as it dissipates and I blow once again.
Sweet sinsi ganja smoke.
When I walked behind you and your booty bounced in my favorite sundress... On my favorite person.
You borne on wings of the subconscious where I and I reside.
A battlefield in a war torn mind.
The price of never forgetting the sweetness of you, even when the pain was so great that drowning would have been a most welcome death.
When I realized that we were never to be again.
When you would be lying in another's arms and I would be traversing this battle torn landscape alone.
The smoke starts to dissipate and I blow again and see you naked with your legs pushed back and I grow heavy for even in my memories you are solid.
Yet even that smoke floats away and I find myself here alone.
Memories of you like sweet ganja smoke.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
