The addict

You search for

love:

even now

when our last

morning sky

is laced

with arrows.

You’re reaching

out, the agony

the ecstasy

still beckons:

I wake alone,

thinking of you

makes me smile,

your adolescent

vibe in ageing

body.

Everything

crumbles

we’re flaking

into dust

yet still

you sigh

for silky thigh

& blended lips,

your ever ready

quest, for love.

You crave

her touch

it doesn’t matter

who or why

for an instant

you become

’the one’

& all else melts

to sound bytes.

Poetry