Next month is National Poetry Month, and I will be celebrating by posting at least 1-3 poems per day in an attempt to repair my abysmal current posting schedule. Xo
We were fire and fire and I burnt out.
The all-consuming chemical, my love for you
combusted when I tasted the flavour of your lips
n felt the linger of your touch tantalize my skin
sending shockwaves of heat through my bloodstream.
A drug coursing through my veins,
I remain intoxicated.
Self-love abated by addiction –
for my drug of choice.
Perhaps, the universe expresses God as we wish to accept it to be used as a vessel for attaining peace.