N.D.A 2 Poem by Daria Domitrovic

N.D.A 2



I'm an addict but he's an addict too
we drown lips and tongues and dreams in cups
Mornings come as smell of quenched ecstasy
Room's full of half eaten cravings
We lay naked and faceless
Calm.Wild.Speechless.Breathless
I'm an addict but he's an addict too.

Monday, November 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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