25 Apr


I have been high

on the bottle,

the rich taste of red wine in my mouth

blackberry, cinnamon, tobacco, leather,

Another glass, and another.

And perhaps another.

Until all I know is crimson liquid.

Then brandy or port or absinthe.

Or all three.

Pour me out of a taxi and take me home.


I have been high

on acid.

Pills, blotting paper, microdots with happy, hippy names.

Colours bleeding into surfaces into shapes into light.

Music holy with new tones and textures to touch.

The revelations, the meanings, the weird,

finding a new religion in a carpet.

The warm fade and glow

of coming down.


I have been high

on adventure,

on exploration, on discovery, the wild, the different, the strange.

On art, on words, on music, on performance, on poetry.

On the strings of my guitar.

On winning, on deals, on negotiation.

On a high-five finish

On landscapes, seascapes, lucky escapes.

On the lights on the harbour twinkling like diamonds

On snow, on ice, on powder.

On that feeling, at the end of the page

when everything

is perfect.


I have had

a lifetime of highs

but nothing

absolutely nothing

not a single thing

comes close

to you.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely




Posted by on April 25, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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22 responses to “High

  1. Purpleanais

    April 25, 2017 at 6:35 pm

    LOVE this!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. gracefulphrase

    April 25, 2017 at 6:53 pm

    Absolutely amazing

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Heartafire

    April 25, 2017 at 8:18 pm

    The essence of passion Mr. D.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Meg Sorick

    April 25, 2017 at 8:35 pm

    Fantastic. 💜

    Liked by 1 person

  5. ladymd1

    April 25, 2017 at 9:54 pm

    You are truly a wonderous magician of words, your enticing flow and imagery leave one heady and highly intoxicated. C’est fantastique!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Antanya In The Fog

    April 25, 2017 at 11:23 pm

    I appreciate most of your work, but this is excellent!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister

    April 26, 2017 at 2:43 am

    Your writing, in every detail offered, is the embodiment of a man’s hand, eyes and essence. Spectacular poetry.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. jazzpride

    April 28, 2017 at 12:38 pm

    Love that last line “absolutely nothing” ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  9. johncoyote

    May 8, 2017 at 7:41 pm

    Amazing use of words. I wanted to read and know more.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. johncoyote

    May 8, 2017 at 7:41 pm

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

    Liked by 1 person


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