The drug you have become
seeps through my soul, unhealthy
In its perfect offering.
Gleaming obsidian chalice
Set on an altar of compulsion
Beyond even the reach
Of mere desire.

My touch burns like fire.
You curve into me,
An architecture of erotica,
Bridges built over uncrossable
Chasms and molten planes.
The no man's land of your
Inscrutable logic traversed
In quick bursts of relentless
Longing that will not be
Denied.

A flash as we become everything.

A slow languid awakening.

The wrecking ball of what you
Pass as common sense
Sweeps past post coital bliss,
All whistling mass and menace,
Obliterating every artifact we built
While in the grip of bodies
Churning chemical reality.

Armed with your gentle grace
You step gazelle swift past
What has become 'a moment'
And prance back to your
Vast African grasslands
To caper with your herd of self.
I clutch my knees and shiver,
My veins are brittle punctured things.
Singing praises to the empty air
I nearly lose my voice.

You are my drug of choice.

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