Roman God of the Woods and Fields
Lips, beard, eyes, hands, hair, chest.
I miss you.
I miss our marajuana breath.
My first toke,
bedsand,
bamboo sheets.
Hold me when I cry
Kisses make me weak
Now I feel cheap.
Those nights in your bunk-
sweaty blowjobs
and cottonmouth.
Getting caught in the shower.
Hikes through Africa
We mastered 'the long goodbye.'
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