"Dependency of We"

A slow syringe dances in my vein

Euphoric contents unmeasurable in CC's and 

needle pushing administration held in disdain.

You are my addiction.

My glazed eyes and pupils bright

Dilated and fixated on skin taught, which I must fight.

Remove 

the sweet temptation I dare to kiss the nape of your neck

The ridges of muscular pathways to the happy trail and I lick

to make wet. Who can justify the slavery in which you 

captivate me

Addiction knows knows my name

And I respond with undesirable boundaries

as you are my dependency-and

You are the definition

Of what love means

Paradise in my eyes

You make me forget about the others before you

You’re a state of honesty

While I was living in a city of lies

We exist in a bubble

Every time we’re together

Nothing bigger than this moment we share

As the world is crashing down

I am not worried I have you…honored to breathe in the same air

The oxygen in my nostrils flowing to my brain

Cells to the blood pumping, addiction calls me by my governmental my name

Clinging on to the mere capability of you

Knowing that even your possibilities hold an end, but my mind does not share

this clue. For hopelessly entangled in a web full of lies

I hold the psychological dependence on pleasure and enjoyment on my high

Scoring hallucinogenic kisses and inhalant embraces

Fixating on the compulsive desires of broken sleep and cold bedsheets

and I, stuck with numbness around me

No warmth in solitary high thread count covers

I call my name to an imaginary lover-

And I still crave you.

As I make broad strokes with my paint brush

Upon your canvas

Climaxes

Come in rapid successions

Hours turn into seconds

Undying

Long lasting

Two loving souls

Clashing

But not in a violent sense

Here we are

You and I

Past

Present

And future tense  

While this slow syringe dances in my veins

Clearly the definition of me

Continuous cataclysmic craving of my addiction to you

Glazed eyes heavily

Wishing for one more hit

of us momentarily unified as one

momentously.

to simply be dependence free psychologically

and forever be released of

we.

-b.r.rivera-taylor

-Steve Logan 

Shout out and much love to Steve, aka Poetic_ID on Twitter. This is a collaboration poem, stanza for stanza to add show the dimensions of addiction of love, from a woman's (me)  and man's (Steve's) view. I strongly believe that love can be addictive, but in the view of  gender, the perspective of addiction can be quite different or even very similar in subject matter. Thank you for your insight, words and wisdom, Steve. To read more of Poetic_ID 's poetry, visit and follow his blogger at Will Write For Food.