The road of love-intentions
is paved with potholes,
major dips & cracked tarmac.

In fact, it is indeed
the slipperiest of slopes,
one of the highest
most lucid-rushes,
where one can drop
into the lowest of lows,
a pitched darkness,
feeling like a simple-ghost
repeating history.

It's the toughest habit to kick.
Every time I try, I feel
like a drugged-mule
crazed & stubborn,
kicking for a deliverance
but wanting more
of that good stuff.