What is it draws me to you?
You are less the proverbial flame
Me even less the moth
You’re more like the edge of an abyss
That I can’t resist jumping off
My thoughts circle themselves
Effortlessly returning to you
It crept up, this compulsion
Growing in the core of me
Now screaming for attention
Crazy words spill from my lips
Recklessness from fingertips
To write those predilections
You opened that door again
I crave a hit of an old addiction
Thoughts of you stroke that want
Raging now like wildfire
Is this what you wanted? You win
I mainlined the last words you wrote
It’s up to you to cure my jonesin’
~ kei
27 June 2015
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Karin, I thought we talked about doing this….:-)
Seriously, this is good. You made it so vivid, so real, I just wished you had been talking to me!😉
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Thank you so much, for the ginormous smile that I’m wearing and such a great compliment. You’ve made my day! 🙂
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“cure my jonesin”…jonesin, do I have to look that one up? Great poem as always.
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Got it here for you – “jonesin’ = craving, wanting, need, like with addiction 🙂
Thanks so much for visiting, always good to see you ~ k
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So that was the perfect ending to the poem then, nice reading you too. I was actually missing reading you guys and now have to do a lot of catching up
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AnElephantCant cure your jonesin’
But he wants to give it a try just the same
If K is a moth
AnElephant is loth
To chase her away from the proverbial flame
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I’m sure life, that fire extinguisher, will hose me down… if it comes to singeing my wings 🙂
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