I could only see with my mind’s eyes
feel the cuts in the back of your hands
felt them slip between valleys…
We didn’t call ourselves lovers
yet when you took absence
then made it your presence.
The bed sat a little higher,
addiction tipping and ridding towards
dangerous and destructive.
But the cokes and gins
can’t bring your rush;
infatuation and devotion…
no matter how many lines and rounds I made come around.
spinning and spiraling
further into doom.
Infatuation is the mind’s drug…
Light from Lita
See you soon