A Place to Be

 You are the sweetest drug to have graced my lips,

The taste of chaos,

The taste of bliss.

The dangerous curiosity of it all, has me addicted. 

There is a fire that runs through my veins, as we compare our deepest pain- 

My heart it fucking races, when I see that face, and taste those lips.

But I try to hold on, while letting go- 

Because I truly have no idea of what will come of it all- if anything at all? 

I inhale deeply,  as if I'm trying to encapsulate the moment in my lungs- fueling my heart. 

Oxytocin has me twisted - has me feeling like a fool,  but blissfully ignorant. 

May I separate reality from fantasy? 

Or can we escape to some realm where anything goes? Where the are no rules or societal norms? 

I wake-

Or do I? 

If I do-

I chase the high of the dream all over again, fighting to fall asleep- and wake in the place where we can just be.