Rushing adoration

I hear the heavy breath,

Of this creeping buzz,

While it clambers over white enamel

Tap the nerve,

Spike my bloodstream,

Inhale, 

Fill my chest with embarrassment 

At the strength of experience,

The rushing adoration of this altered state,

Flushing cheeks, 

Twitching finger patterns,

Spelling love and decay. 

Never knows

My love is painful,

My love could grab your throat

My love, it never knows 

When to stop and when to squeeze

My love is thick,

My love could stop your heart

My love will fill your veins

My love will stop your heart

My love is deep,

My love cannot resist

My love would paw at every door

My love would scratch at every brick

My love is bright,

My love illuminates

My love will scorch each rod and cone

My love will boil your irises

My love is tired,

My love exhausts

My love, it never knows

When to stay and when to go

safe

Nothing is easy,

Is it?

Nothing happens,

Life sliding by,

The slippery slope to happiness. 

Instead,

There's a haze of horrid hopefulness,

Trapped between lips like a secret disease,

Inhaling a quarter-century of disgust and withdrawal. 

Nothing is easy,

Nothing is safe.