Paraplegic Hands Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The end is near,
An implosion of the spark felt soon as your skin touches mine,
Armageddon,
Thoughts slowly fed with each breath that slips through your lips,
A light that shines whilst everything else is dark,
No longer a glare in a glass globe, transparent,
A reflection of the moments that fast-ly pass, as nothing is promised,
Revealing the fact that addiction is habit,
While you, the pharmacist that heals the pain felt while your away,
Becoming paraplegic once your lips touch mine,
No longer anemic to the chills felt whilst your away,
A prescription worth while, healing body, mind,
The end is near,
The beginning is here,
A touch of kerosene infused with liquid fire,
The union of woman and man,