Paraphernalia

I got addicted while trying to medicate you

sedate you

ease out the strange marzipan of our days

with my rolling pin joints

bongs

pipes.

With my paraphernalia

mix tapes and poems,

your silver tins of lager

bottles of green elixir

the seashell ashtray

overflowing

and the church candle

slowly melting

we found

a fragile

communion.