Fighting a war with my impulses

now You’ve inspired me again.

My muse, You win. I’ve lost control,

sniff-licking the phone-mirror

as if to inhale You like pink crystal meth,

I have to catch my breath…

For days, You bounce dream to dream

(even while I’m serving ice cream),

tingles from You become

part of everything!!!

That’s why talking to You

terrifies me…Love,

as You may know by now,

You’re not just a hobby,

but an addiction

who BEGS satisfaction!

Good morning;)