Nothing tastes as sweet
in your absence.
Your presence may be distracting.
But, your absence is even more distracting.
This is the crossroads,
Where I mix pleasure with pain.
This mixing of souls,
May as well be a mixing of drinks,
This tequila
shot
love.
It burns,
and churns
my insides.
intoxicates me.
evades me.
Your touch can not truly
contain all the power I prescribe it.
But absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes this intoxication stronger.
the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteis the story of my life.
i love this piece.