Of course lovely and fierce.

Hallucinations, the addiction to love (oh dear, I've now got that song in my head), buts the risk of over analysis. A good one, though the second line of the second stanza doesn't seem to read right. The grammar's not quite right, but not sure what effect changing it would have on the poem.

Matt

Oh, I love that second haiku there. Especially the last line, what a great image. Nice. Keep writing! :)

great descriptions... I love it

I like the tone you've used - like you WILL. The image of smoke running through it is really evocative. Very pretty.

hehe i know what you mean. love it; very sweet.

Love's,—hormone stronger,

Than nicotine could ever,

Bind to red blood's heart.

Love's wild profusion,

Leaves mind in dazed confusion,

Hoping for fusion.

Strongest addiction,

Without thought's benediction,—

Heart's fond illusion.

For this,—&, no more,

Did life create split sexes,

To cast on heart wild hexes,

That clear mind vexes;

&, everything perplexes.

m addictions come in all forms, ne? Just lovely.