My love burns like ice

You were the air
I breathed in,
the laughter that
came out,
the ten thousand kisses inbetween;
So how did I get
to the bottom of this bottle?
When did this nightmare
replace the dream?

My love burns
like ice held too long
against summer skin;
worse than any cocaine low
what once pleasure
now yields countless
torment within.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

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