Effects of Dopamine

The river is watered paint,

Torpid and valiant waves,

Sitting among the paved,

And I feel I might faint;

Fall onto your chest,

“Oh take me now,

I’m such a mess,

I wonder how?”

You merely smile,

A smile of adoration,

“Maybe after awhile”,

But there isn’t much fixation;

Glare at the specked trees, 

The cigar you smoke,

On beautiful days as these,

The sappy words you spoke;

“Slow,” You say,

“Slow like honey.”

But my organs might jump away,

Out like little bunnies!

Reviews

[svarevska.anastasija]

Really like the flow of your poem!

[Lusus Naturae]

Thank you.