Beloved High

I

Enter,
My weary mind
Is craving your embrace;
The chemicals are coarsing through
These veins

 

II

And builds
A gentle warmth,
I feel your fingers trace;
Across the muscle ripples grow
In waves

 

III

So calm,
Now fall away,
The world begins to fade;
Euphoric mind entombing woe…
Release?

 

IV

Your spell
Begins to break,
The fingers lift away;
Alone with all my darkened thoughts…
Sober…