Because Addiction Isn’t A Drug by Andrew Patience

My heart is an inexorable cart on a solitary journey

seeking to meet my addiction at the door where knocking is sanity

I am an intoxicated lover questing death at the hands of my lover

but how do I experience death if life is all he has to offer?

I thought bodies are maps through which the heart finds home

But his body is not a place,

His body is a revitalizing meal for my hunger

every trace to find its form leads me to myself

if experiences are all there is,

then I am addicted to his silence

the sanity walking on glimpses of the universe

though, the universe has no name

I call it a medley,

the one I am still trying to sing into a single note.

He, is an addiction I cannot comprehend

a silent companion bemoaning my body

but skin is a mask, the one I take off each time I go searching

and like him, I am his addiction

entwining within formless bodies

the continuous conversation happening

at the meeting of my breath. 

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