The Trip

 
I let go of the still smouldering cone of beauty.

I slowly lean back and place my head gently on the back rest of the cream cotton sofa.

I close my eyes slowly as I stare aimlessly into the red mist beyond.

My mind starts turning full circle. The sensation envelopes my whole body as the room begins to rotate around me.

The motion falls and rises in elliptical halos slowly on the inside of my empty skull.

The motion subsides into an Intense feeling of sub zero temperatures at the tip of my bottom lip.

It tenses and moves slowly, my lip has become a valuptuous red mountain range with a solo exploratory visitor.

Attention focuses on the cold sensation in my fingers. A chilling fuzz resonates from within my palms.

My calves tense and Knot in a vertical tug of war in the dark.

My feet tingle with the pulse of my rapidly flowing lifeline.

My breathing has become slow intakes of perpetual refreshment.

The low frequency bass reverbs around the glass room in which I lay,  vibrating my rest.

His voice is captivating. It leaves my mind empty of distraction.

He is the bright light in the dark.