Addiction

Joy, desire, companionship, laughter,
sharing feelings, caring, and dreaming.

Two people so alike in many ways,
painfully different in others.

All my cravings, and desires
set out before me in a beautiful world
so different than my own.

A broad chest to lay my head on,
listening to a heartbeat
that is not my own. 

Strong arms holding me close,
providing comfort.

Cool grass between my bare toes,
earth from the gardens
embedded under my fingernails.

Like an addict,
craving love and validation.

Basking in the glorious
short-term feeling of bliss.

This world, this person,
both my drugs of choice.

Fantasy, then reality,
going from one to the other,
walking out of fire into
an ice bath over and over.

A fantasy world
hiding beneath
a dark cloak of reality.

Comments:

It’s funny how your paintings speak to me. As soon as I opened this email, my first thought was… this is the perfect painting for my poem “addiction”. The colors and the art work bring to life the sentence, “like walking out of a fire and into an ice bath”. KTJ 

So, here we are – the poem and the painting can now be found on the same page. I don’t usually put other people’s poems up on my blog. However, should any of my readers be inspired by one of Moo’s paintings, and should that reader decide to write a poem about it, I would happily consider publishing both poem and painting on this blog. No money involved – my pitiful pension won’t stretch that far.

No promises. But an interesting start to a new idea.
Pax amorque –
rogermoorepoet.