Some have modest addictions,
a full pack of smokes at the bedside
an unopened bottle of Jack on the counter
Others have more exotic needs:
complicated pharmaceuticals,
expensive lines of powder,
Mocha flavored shoulders of Brazilian waitresses.
To each his own
My thoughts always go to you
two seconds after the alarm wakes me
pitch dark, disoriented
they stay with me all day and through the night,
into dreams, both passionate and terrible.
I don't deny my addiction,
I adore it.