Morphine

Morphine

 

The morning after

Morphine;

feels better

than building

circles of brick walls.

 

To stand

in the middle of.

 

A little foggy,

it almost has a taste,

or a sound,

or a smell.

 

And usually

a bad connotation

or two.

 

But its all buttermilk

in soft hands,

pliable, as if

playable.

 

Never needing

to take the needle.

 

Anymore.

Reviews

[Robin]

a rising from the fog of buried senses ~ your fast becoming a favorite

[Adelia Alighieri]

Amazing. I can never write with such precision on a subject such as this.