Addiction

The glint of eye, the charm of smile
And comely curve of body shape
The pusher's pill does not beguile
One half as much to thwart escape.
 The dealer draws to you to the highs,
Dependence silent in the deal.
When your sweet prison is her thighs
The tendril chains desires conceal.
 Each new fix, nails you down harder
Each cosmic buzz, another clasp.
Each tender touch incites your ardour,
Each sweet embrace, an iron grasp.
 Down you crash through floor and earth
Each downer drowns in pits of gloom.
Just one more touch would give life worth
One tender word would disentomb.
 No food or drink is she to you,
Angelic dust of wild excess,
Her fires run through your tight sinew
With flames that leave you bodiless.
 The lust that lights the path to passion
Within black shadows shrouds a ghoul.
The face and form you'd never ration
Feasts on your soul - oh, love-lost fool.