Am I only addicted or
do I love you so deeply
I am sick without you?
Time will scream it to me eventually,
but I am, as usual, impatient
Will time whisper an answer to you?
Will you gently wake me from
my slumber to kiss an answer to me?
Will I plant a poem deep inside of your body?
My poem will find nourishment
inside you wrapped in warm fluid love
until time calls it to come out
Life will be next to your body
a suckling at your breast,
inspiration and patient growth
- Another addict spiral close
to your skin's touch and
your body’s liquid treasure
Will I **** my poem out of jealousy,
wishing to take that place at your
breast for inspiration?
Addicts and Lovers are like that you know.