Roman God of the Woods and Fields

Lips, beard, eyes, hands, hair, chest.

I miss you. 

I miss our marajuana breath.

My first toke,


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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