I'm weightless in the

brief eternity

of your embrace,

getting higher than the

God that crafted you

off of your taste.


My skin doesn't crawl

in your absence,

it sprints.


You surge through my veins

with every sweet surrender

of myself to your arms,

igniting a sparkle behind my eyes

that glints only for you.


You don't just give me

the oxygen I breathe,

you give me the lungs

to breathe it.


You're my brilliant

addictive little

black tar bliss.