Tags
drug, infatuation, love, poem, poetry
COLD TURKEY
hate the very thought
of going cold turkey
deleting all my links
refusing all your calls
no longer letting you
inspire the worst inclinations
of my erotic
imagination
(how negatively,
censoriously,
the world would react
to the
unbelievable
reality!)
hate the very thought
of losing the
intoxication of
your voice
seeing you
at a distance
knowing how
hopeless my addiction
how truly
terrible
the cure