Addicted
I dream of sand dunes,
Grains of beige pouring through the empty land,
Fiery ringlets of solitude and freedom.
Your fingers slide along the cheekbone
I can make out the scent of the sea
And the rocks melt into the sun
From what I can see beyond the shoreline.
A rippling stream of conscious reflection.
Your breath is heavy and hesitant against the eyelids
I ponder of faint rainbows,
A dark boat in an empty lake,
The sweet almond flowers in my hair.
Utter ennui outside where we are this moment,
The tender embrace of time.
Our knees are pressing now
I smile at the thought of last Christmas.
Breathing the hazelnut and wine of the Seine,
I can hear Edith crooning seductive melodies from above.
Je vois la vie en rose you whisper.
I fear the weak and undefined melody of your lips,
The fettered and careless kisses,
Murmurings of an incomprehensible language,
Synchronization is lost,
Forever hidden beneath fleeting glances.
Your soft lips graze across my own
The vision has dissolved
And the image becomes clear.
I am simply addicted to you