My Addiction


Stand still,
Let me drink in the vision 
That is you
And bask in the fire
That smoulders in steel blue,
Casting time into the forge 
To be melted, poured
And redefined

Don’t move,
Let me feel your heart 
Pulsing through my hands
Palms pressed flat 
As I read the pages of you,
Lingering over every syllable 
From top to bottom,

For you are my addiction
And I will fall to my knees in worship,
Painting you in the colours of desire
Gleaned from the subtle catch 
In your breath;
I will lay whispers 
Of my confessions, softly
Against your skin with my fingers 
And the tip of my tongue
Will bear witness 
To my weakness

Pause for just a moment longer
As I bathe in the truth 
Of your presence,
And when my eyes tell you 
To reach out and take me,
Lift me up
And love me



Janet Reid
november 2008




Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ November 29, 2008