((( More subtle than the coffee are the notes of cannabis, no stems, all flow’r reduced to resin, sticky webbing catching flies — I am her prey, tangled within her scent. It makes me want to puff and pass a blunt, so fat and dank, but in a way somehow involving touching, meeting genitals— to mount her, ride her, give her pleasure, dive into the Styx and have our honeymoon where she can bite my neck and suck my guts out through my veins. )))