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Stoner Candy

 


Its in the fluid movement
Of muscle under skin
Stretched taut over bones
A tangle of limbs

The solid structure
Legs spread out in the form of a triangle
Leading up to a narrow waist
Covered in tight, low riding jeans

Its the force that pulls the eyes upward
Across a slightly sloping chest
Strong, toned arms
Accented by the long fingered hands of a skilled guitarist
Elegantly balancing a cigarette

A face etched with gothic charm
And framed by raven hair
Eyes like shards of amber glass
Lashes of the darkest ebony
Contrasting unmarred ivory skin

Its in a mind so beautiful
Filled with smoky delta blues
Innocent words,
Complex in their simplicity
Plastered in red, white, black
And the number three.

A voice so versatile
Screaming
Preaching
Panting
Feeling
A conveyer of emotion
From his mouth to my soul
Soft
Hot
Heavy
Reeling

This love
This entity
The impossibility of it all
Inspired by his picture
A decent from reality
And his lyrics break my fall.

 

 

 

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