How does someone
break free from
a bad habit—
an addiction—
when it gives off warmth
sufficient for life?
How can I turn down
the offer of your affection
when every time I manifest
a gesture of intimacy
you give it back twice?
How can something lethal
be life-restorative?
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
