Dangerous Addiction

Like a phantom from long ago
Our eyes met with lust,
Comfort and fire.

Time has passed;
The bad is forgotten,
The good is remembered,
The wreckage from the crash long since cleaned up.
But scorch marks always remain below the surface,
Not always visible to the naked eye.

The intense taste of anticipation as we kissed,
The familiar and the new
Combined with the ease of days past.
The salty taste of his neck,
His body enveloped in mine,
All of my neurons firing in a chaotic frenzy.

Waking up with him by my side,
Strange, disturbing, wonderful, frightening,
My gut screaming at the rest of my body,
“What the fuck are you doing…”
The rest of my body ignoring it all,
Drowning in the pleasure of his return.
Imprinting every square inch of him into my memory,
Wishing the moment would last forever.

Of course it does not.
That is not the way life works.
My addiction to him is dangerous,
Possibly lethal.

Yet here I sit, waiting for my next fix.

Cuidate.