The Blood-Brain Barrier

I know I know! I said I never wanted to see you again, and then I went ahead and asked you last Friday to complement a couple of drinks and the next thing I knew I was igniting you with a delirious friction so heated that you combusted into a hypnotic ruby jewel tip, and I let your noxious char massage my throat and scorch my lungs.
 

Toxic ecstasy chain! Smoldering beefcake still so familiar after these months without you! Dovetailed between my fingers, the seconds and minutes once meticulously catalogued in aggregate of ash and match sticks.
 

How I long for you now!
 

But how you smothered me. How you hectored me to humour you outdoors in the cold, and bent me with rage in your absence.

This was only a slip-up, I am so sorry to say. Perhaps you may be better with someone younger, years to spare? Or someone more willing to abide your fetor? More receptive to the carbony ooze in the blood and lymph?
 

Can I confide in you how this relentless, sadistically ambrosial love just never fucking dies?

Originally posted March 24, 2006. The author has been clean since October 2010, though addiction is still frequently, paranoically savoured in nightmares.