love drug (first draft)

i close my eyes
and the memory is clear as day:
you, your lips pursed, your mustache crinkling
as your mouth curves over the end of the blown glass pipe.
the flick of the lighter, the crackle of the burning bud.

was it one hour that we were sitting, or was it four?
time lost its meaning, for a while.
weeks turned to months
and we barely noticed.
i wanted to numb my brain, with drugs and with you
and it worked a little too well.

because even after the high faded
and the buzz gave way to lethargy and apathy
you stuck to my mind like resin
clinging to the glass, but itching
to be scraped.

and anyway, i never liked
the way our kisses tasted after a few bowls
and sure, the sex was fantastic
but with you it always is.

when you hold me close, i don't need weed
to get high.
when you tell me that you love me
i soar.