Your love—
a slow-burning addiction,
deadly in its ecstasy,
seductive,
intoxicating.

I’m ensnared, consumed—
pour me another
obscene dose.

I’m weightless,
drunk on the high,
dizzy with devotion,
gasping for more
as my lungs surrender.

Numbness takes over.
I feel nothing—
and I adore it.
Don’t wake me.