Valium: A Love Letter

As I contemplate taking you, your blue form dissolving to dreamy powdered oblivion under my tongue I am lying cross legged on the physics professors bed with a cannabis leaf throw. He just returned to the room but i am not letting anyone disturb my flow. I want you the way i want food or sex or sensation except you are the anti sensation, a yoga class in pill form for those who don't or wont make the time to practice. I kid myself I am chemically dependent on you. It's a fairly decent lie, if I do say so myself. After all a delusion sounds so much more palatable when it is prescribed by a physician.