it must have been your touch
how shining and radiant you feel
or perhaps it was the way magic runs
through your fingers
with high and bright
evervescenting light
that lingers
and traps me in a lustrous trance
I can not longer help but crave it
spectral instinct to follow the warm
hunting me wherever I am
constantly remembering me
the feverish heat
those iridescent grazes
I certainly need and desire
unbelievable how
the simplest ray of attention
saves me from despair
keeps me golden
safe
takes away my darkest problems
maintaining me lucidly sane
whichever reason it is
whatever addiction this might be
your magnificence is blinding
as if you were pieces of the sun
serotonin increases
wrapped around your finger
ultraviolet dependent
I realize my addiction to the sunshine
as I wait for the sunset
for the day to die
and all I can think of
is your glinting eyes
gleaming sights
I will always be grateful to the sun
because I have you by my side
serotonin increasing
wrapped around your finger
you made me ultraviolet dependent
YOU ARE READING
hopeless devotion
Poetry[poetry | prose] incapable of redemption or improvement; lack of control, responsibility, and reasoning a collection of blind love thoughts and the irrational faithfulness that comes within © all rights reserved | desantiagooox
