Drugs | Pragati Gupta

The poetry smells of nicotine
That leads dizzying and reeling brains
To the pathways of
Contemplated lunacy,
Riding the sea waves
In cotton stockings
Never getting wet.
The poetry smells of hallucinogen
Embroidering the fatal cups
That await the conjugation
With the scarlet lips
Summered by the warmth
Of the touch gloved in
Wildness.
Drugged. Dragged. Drudged.