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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Dec 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.08.03.06.16517]] |
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In unison with her breath, his heartbeat nudged itself to arise, As fingertips of sunlight coaxed bloodshot from ivories of eyes. Mind forced to grasp moments, familiar tug of cravings returned, And to the left of yearning, the salvation of his willpower churned. Just one more taste; he reasoned with what harm it could possess, In midst of his dilemma, he succumbed and stole one more caress. No bottle contains it, and needles fail to provide sufficient doses, The pursuit of its intoxicating effects can often lead to neurosis. Overdosing can be fatal, though it mostly debilitates the pride, Sure sign of hangovers is how soon we forget last time we tried. I've seen it diluted by reason, but at its deadliest when it's pure, Product not of science but nature, for which exists no known cure. Now qualities were being measured, weighing quantity versus cost, In each successive fix, any hope of recovery seemed utterly lost. At depths of addiction, her arm slid purposefully over his chest, Grasping for his face, she turned his head, let her lips do the rest. Bodies reuniting happily, imagination stirred by adrenaline's rush, For their own geminied paradise, the lands warm and forever lush. |