Emotional Intoxication Poem by Rising Morning Star

My lips drink from a cup that was not mine, how sweet, how decedent, how delicious, how divine. This sweet intoxicating blend, that came from the cup that leaves a stinging longing on my lips,

My eternal addiction, confines me from one sip. Yet somehow, somehow I knew that this way mine, that it's contents and those of my heart are somehow entwined, how foolish of me to claim, to even desire what seems will forever be another's...

But I can't help my fascination, the burning of intoxication, was it all reality? or imagination? a simple craving inside, insanity's fabrication. It has not one ounce of alcohol yet it burns my chest inside, it has not one gram heroin, or any drug, yet it leaves me high.

It whispers in my dreams, it's quotes from my conscious mind, I feel lost so I search, though I don't know what I wish to find. Then it all came clear to me, this beautiful treasure that I'd find, that this sweet, delicious, decedent drink, was now truly mine...