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
mainlining
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.
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
Antanya In The Fog
November 12, 2015 at 9:37 pm
Obsessive love does become quite the addiction… I love this.
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Romantic Dominant
November 12, 2015 at 9:51 pm
Indeed it does. Thank you.
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Just_Libby
November 12, 2015 at 9:51 pm
Such sweet addiction flows both ways…
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Romantic Dominant
November 12, 2015 at 9:52 pm
Smiles
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missameliaandsir
November 13, 2015 at 12:35 am
I am addicted to your glorious prose. Give me another hit, Sir. I NEED it. 🙂
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Romantic Dominant
November 13, 2015 at 7:54 am
Smiles. Sweet of you. Thank you.
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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.
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Romantic Dominant
November 13, 2015 at 7:55 am
Smiles. I hope not.
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Leslie Meeks
November 13, 2015 at 2:30 pm
No rehab for your addiction. Smiles.
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Jazz
November 16, 2015 at 6:31 pm
Masterful.
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Romantic Dominant
November 16, 2015 at 8:44 pm
Thank you. Smiles.
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An Open Soul
November 16, 2015 at 11:59 pm
As usual, I love this….
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Romantic Dominant
November 17, 2015 at 7:48 pm
I am glad. Thank you.
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