Here she comes again-
A jolt, electric,
crackling through the quiet.
Oh, how I’ve missed her.
This shimmering ghost,
coursing through my veins,
waking me from the long hibernation
of loneliness.
She brings the warm spring of love,
ready to bloom,
to dominate every waking thought,
to paint my dreams
in colours too vivid to be real.
She is flawless.
Untouchable.
An addiction carved into my soul.
She is the reason I rise,
the reason I smile,
the balm for that aching,
yearning hollow.
Yet
she is nothing I can hold.
A mirage.
An obsessive challenge.
A goal with no finish line.
A relationship for one.
She is exquisite pleasure,
and insufferable pain.
A cycle.
A loop.
A haunting.
And now
she’s coming around again.