12 Nov


Lana Del Rey

The rain flecked dark

has pressed itself

against the window.


The last brave leaves

are clinging

to hidden trees.


I play Lana quietly

over and over

in this lonely hotel room.


I roll up my sleeve

and bare the heart

I wear there.


Tightening the tourniquet

swelling the vein


another cyber injection

of you.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

The photo is Lane Del Rey, stolen from her web page. I am sure she won’t mind.


Posted by on November 12, 2015 in Music, Poetry, Still Life


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13 responses to “Injection

  1. Antanya In The Fog

    November 12, 2015 at 9:37 pm

    Obsessive love does become quite the addiction… I love this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Just_Libby

    November 12, 2015 at 9:51 pm

    Such sweet addiction flows both ways…

    Liked by 1 person

  3. missameliaandsir

    November 13, 2015 at 12:35 am

    I am addicted to your glorious prose. Give me another hit, Sir. I NEED it. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Leslie Meeks

    November 13, 2015 at 12:51 am

    Oh D. You are going to end up in rehab, which you do not need. Smiles.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Jazz

    November 16, 2015 at 6:31 pm


    Liked by 1 person

  6. An Open Soul

    November 16, 2015 at 11:59 pm

    As usual, I love this….


    Liked by 1 person


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