This withdrawal -
- My abstinence -
Is bitter absinthe.
My hands shake and clasp
My flames are focused
My legs twist, crossing
Every movement
Sets off sensation
Hard heat and hunger.
I endure exile.
Paradoxically
I run and wander miles
To waste energy
Trying to ignore
But by wasting, build -
Sensations, oh, more...
The scents I perceive
In shadowy woods,
Wet waving grasses...
Stairways and corners
Even crested hills.
Where I had conquests.
Shiver, and be still.















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