Love, at Least


You disrupt what should be
Restful sleep,
Pop up in my dreams
Bit... by... bit...
Like cyanide.
So sweet.
The drug that you are,
That I'm addicted to,
That should kill me.
But hasn't.

Not quite yet, at least.

And you haunt my
Every thought,
Day and night,
Without end.
Like morphine.
That blur memory,
Make everything
Blissfully white,
But leave me knowing
Where I stand

For now, at least.

And you possess
My heart,
Embed yourself deeper
With each passing day...
Like a parasite.
That should break
The bindings,
But instead
Hold me tighter together.
. For me . For you . For us .

Forever, at least.


L. Kantenseter