just one more taste-
it flickers at the edge of me,
or maybe inside me,
humming like neon under skin,
burning out, burning through
i feel the rush return-
the tiny universe detonating,
expanding in the back on my skull
the blood vessels in my cranium, blooming
stars where thoughts should be
dopamine extends her finger out,
lifts my chin gently,
kisses me light,
like she remembers the shape of joy
i swear i can still taste you on my lips
so i return here, again and again-
to the warm hue of memory
where everything glows wrong
and beautifully
where i reach-
and the high finds me first
where you find me,
every time