Addiction.

I am addicted

To many things.

The sound of my love's voice

The smell of fresh lilac blossoms

The taste of watermelon

On a gentle summer's afternoon.

The energy envoked

As muse sweeps through

Causing fireworks of ideas

To blast into your mind

And create masterpieces

On vulnerable white masses

Of college-ruled paper

I am addicted to caffiene

Oh, lovely, lovely caffiene

The drug that gives me energy

When I otherwise lack it

It is also the only drug, I believe,

You can be addicted to

And still look classy

Feeding your craving

I am addicted to the moon

As it shines magestically over

The brilliant ocean

The full moon, especially

With its aura of mystery

Enticement--

Sensuality--

It craves more admiration

By those who seem to be

Captivated by its beauty.

And as addicted as I may be

To the moon itself

The image of it reflected

Over a pool of water

Douobles it's charm; its spell

And keeps me enchanted

Forever.

I am addicted to the

Written word

There is no doubt about that

Bookstores-- libraries

Online poetry

The very smell of books

Is something I crave

The written word is s drug.

Casting all all who notice its power

Into a world no one else

Can enter

For within the written word

Characters-- scenes-- excitement--

All who can be created

But its the reader who adds

Themselves to the story

And helps create the scene--

The image--

The adventure

And make it real

I am addicted to a great

Number of things

Yet I scarcely believe

Most people would call these

"Addictions"

Because they are not classified

Or looked at as such

In the medical field

But I do crave such things

For such beauty-- such grace--

Such wonder

Is that not an addiction?

It can take over and ravish

But up until it overflows

And I can not go another second

Without experiencing what I need--

What I long for.

That, my friends, is true addiction.