Started to noticing
a sort of withdrawal mode
body shaking, mouth dry
quivering, is there a code
Go to the spot
you're not there
just empty space
a dull thick air
The longer I wait
the stronger it is
like sipping
a sloe gin fiz
Already high
from a lingering view
now, feeling stoned
from missing you
Damn, how'd you do it
a most satiating affliction
You are like a day drug
my wonderful addiction.
Del Cano 2005 Aug
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4 comments:
like sipping a sloe gin fiz...
love it.
Billie
Good evening....This poem is as nice as listening to one of those old songs on the radio on a late Friday night....this poem is also like slipping into the pages of the book "The Bridges of Madison County"....I like it
Oh my gawddd! My heart is like a hummingbird's after reading your words. Wanting like this is exquisite torture. Ssssssssssss...yes. So very nice, Spencer!
You have made me a addict to your poems.....
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