Oh, how I miss you playful love.
I've traveled far from the ports of conventional comfort to dive back into the wild in search of you.

I am shamelessly an addict under your spell.
My tolerance has risen & I now require a much stronger dose.
Anything less will just not do.

I need to be fully intoxicated by your words, by your touch, by the small moments that illuminate the shine of the stars veiled above & that sweeten red wine.

Oh, how you have made me so dependent on your rose smoke.
I have turned into nothing more than a fiend, aching to be enveloped by those 3 notorious words.

- Josephine M. Zeceña