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
Not the first time I have posted this. Sometimes one finds a new high.
Art by Hamish Blakely
Little Charmer
May 4, 2021 at 3:12 pm
Brilliant 👍🖤
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Romantic Dominant
May 4, 2021 at 6:41 pm
Thank you. Smiles.
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Little Charmer
May 4, 2021 at 8:43 pm
You’re most welcome 🖤
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Sparkling Sona
May 7, 2021 at 9:28 am
The ending 💖💖💖
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Romantic Dominant
May 7, 2021 at 10:31 am
Thank you. I am glad you like.
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thereluctantpoet
May 11, 2021 at 2:19 pm
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Romantic Dominant
May 11, 2021 at 10:25 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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