Again

Those moments…

Drowning in sweet abandon and revelling in disregard

we feed the thirst oft kept in check

with the incessent drip of compromise.

So deep we drink and quickly quench

yet satisfaction evaporates

ripped from our mouths by daylight’s glare

and withered, shallow roots lose grip.

.

And in the dark as sunlight fades

and shadows creep and cold embrace

my heart ensnares and laughter rings

like church bells in my ears.

I crave you still and wonder how,

and where, and why and who

until at last my mind grows dim

and peace once more returns.