An Addiction -poetry
I have become accustomed to
The words from you.
Can you imagine the colors and hues
All different pastels and blues
You have shown reds and purples
Swallowing me in swirls
Tapestry of fall leaves remind me
Of your creation dressed and smiling
Your words make him move
Create laughter, and he is so smooth
One or two shots a week
Leave me so weak.
Take to the mercy of
Flowers and scents.
This addiction makes little sense
Some crave foods, drink, drugs
My mainstay is your words
Much better than hugs
Written (C) B. A. Williams