- 9
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
I read feel each word you write;
each syllable pounding ‘neath my
rib cage as letters pulse through
me like an opiate, flooding my
neurochemical pathways with
sweet dopamine kisses.
What once was a want,
is now a necessity;
you’re my addiction.
I’ve never opened up or let
you in, yet here I stand; knee
deep in vibrant flora, the
radiant oxytocin sunshine
permeating inhibitions with
surgical precision.
I love you, without
knowing why but know; without
you, I’d cease to be.
Words, born of a heart as
pure as love is true, have
engineered a paradise; a
retreat, nestled safely between
your soul and the kissed curls
of spilled ink.
If home is where the
heart is, you’ll find me bathing
in your emotions.