Acid Drops

She’s so beautiful kaleidoscoping.
The days are soft and gentle.
The blazing pupils intense beyond me,
Losing footage, stumbling westward.
Open your mind.
She is what you want.
Free love.
The bitter smell turns to fields of nectar.
The weeds that thrive will serve her well.
Open your mind.
I am what you want.
Free love.
The shame thoughts, guilt rots.
The tears start. The acid drops.
The sad visions turn to joy and laughter.
The new sight of worlds beyond are gone tomorrow.
The blazing pupils intense beyond me,
Losing footage, stumbling westward.
Open your mind.
She has what you want.
Free love.