Addiction Poem by John MacPhereson

Your love is like an addiction,
Violent and beautiful, black tar
Burning the shimmering spoon
Midnight, a needle piercing
my vein like your tongue
invading my mouth, a little
snow in a line that matches
My body and yours riding into
The cloudy mist of regions yet
Unexplored. I try and quit you,
But there is no AA for destiny,
No help for the gavel pronouncing
My fate. Sweet agony entices me
Back into your arms, your teeth
Sinking into my flesh, seduced
By the sublime pleasures of being
wrapped in your love. I sell my soul
For one more fix, the last before
I overdose on the lips of perfection,
Oh, sweet goddess of my addiction.