Junkie
Date: February
I dream only of you...
Breathless, on fire…only of you
My sweet, sweet flame, my one desire
You keep me burning, burning higher
Never was there such a light
To fuel the flames, to sear the nights
In sleep, I feast on sweets and cream
Conjured in my wanton dreams
Then I wake, the world turned gray
As midnight hues, fade away…
Yet that flame, keeps burning true
It lives in fevered dreams of you
I close my eyes and pray for sleep
To reclaim that fire, burning deep
Passion tucked in its hiding place
Hides by day in flawed disgrace
Will never once breathe the air
Or feel the joys of tender care
But dusk rewinds to its whispered call
It hits me like a wrecking ball
But, it’s just a dream, a dream indeed
I’m a junkie…with a jones to feed.
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Copyright © 2015 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
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I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing.