Addicted
Bittersweet,
smoky dark flavor that
conjures the rainy windows
of cafés,
the melancholy amber
streetlamps,
the lassitude that follows
tears or lovemaking.
Scent of salt
or lilacs, roses, heavy on the air.
Tonight a lovely languor,
opiate dreams of drowning passion;
tomorrow maybe
adrenaline in giddy jolts,
or the razor of catharsis,
piercing clean.