From the Wagon, a Momentary Fall

After being dry, the wine called again

 

 

 

 

   So long since we've been together

that I forget how to appreciate your sweetness,

as warmly mocking as it is.

I draw from you secrets:

how to see and behave,

react and control,

vitalise those demons that sleep in my soul

drawing nutrition from wilder senses.

That first kiss from you dilates my pupils,

prickles hair on my body, leaves a taste

in my mouth like sex, victory,

the blood of fresh kill.

And now with you as part of me

the old familiar hunger rises to the surface

rippling death across my cerebellum and changing

the context of my heart's pumped delusions.

Provocation awaits within you.

I fear it.

I fear you.

I fear me, but

I love you

although I did not miss you for one moment

because I knew that within my nature

we would always meet again.

Reviews

[J.P.O.et]

This speaks to me on a personal level as I deal with addiction on many levels
That first taste, sip, sniff it changes everything doesn't it, it's intrinsically ingrained and it is truly a battle everyday with our own demons
J'amapelle (I'm running out of French words),
J.P.O.et