Love is the drug I hear them say
Can I get it in a tablet or a nasal spray?
Love is the drug and it’s messing with my brain
Your detox did today but I’ll backslide again
Let me get caned in your cuddles
Do a gram of wet-eye-stares?
Or maybe try some methalove;
Warm and close but not as scary?
Love is the drug, light afterglow
My shot in the arm, your ultimate dose
My sweet narcotic of nuzzling necks
A sure-fire hit for knock-out sex
Love is the drug
Our tearing loss
Our need to do it again
From the soaring highs of love’s hot fix
Where blood rushes blindly inciting my psychosis.
We lie it’s forever. I believe it’s what hurts.
An infinite comedown and it’s aching our hearts.
Sight of pretty morning dawning, sets birds’ light with songful yawning.
Whilst glory flames see no-one mourning, I rely on eyes adorning.
You, my pretty flunky bonny, catch the blinks of very many.
Realise you are the honey. Take them when they turn in money.
Still I pace with docile wonder; tease you freely as you ponder…
While I sleep I see you wander – know not how, though, you meander.
In the pulse of plentied diction, can’t explain your contradiction
though I feel you are no fiction, how does this then pass distinction?
Here at light; the crack of daybreak, you should find this meal a peace cake.
Free yourself from your bleak cellmate.
Stand tall, my bonny: Loose the fear brake.
When you see the sky
you do not ask for why?
You see the birds fly by
not swarms of insects die!
The pleasantries you point at
are there to catch the eye
but through by haughty bias
I refuse to see their lie!
I reflect on the deaths
the blistering sun inflicts
You reach out and prove the breaths
of life’s recycling instincts.
From your love for life you show
how to see the real reality
when I pass the dying fields now –
I too feel their creativity…