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.