Woven

I pictured us laid in front of an open fire, passing a joint in the glow. That heady feeling, your eyes become weighted.
With our consciousness altered, we set off talking into the night. Our dreams, hopes, fears, wants. We told of our weakness, and found strength in the telling.
We wove ourselves together as we shared the deepest depths of our existence.
By that glow we peered into each other, and saw what burns.