Heroin and Milk

Heroin and milk

slither down my spine

leaving railroads on my skin

like cigarettes in my bones

Heroin and milk

make rivers

of iridescent absinthe

that flow gently through my mind

Heroin and milk

feed upon my veins

black as grime they pop and ooze

fading to purple in the sink

Heroin and milk

set fires in my heart

that make me fall for you

I dream of touching your soft skin

Heroin and milk

drown my soul and faith

here in your pale arms

Bury me there

in the pale moonlight.

(Author's Note: This is not a autobiographical poem, but merely a smattering of images I have collected and nutured in my mind. It relies strongly on images and emotions, so be sure not to take anything as it is.)