What is the element of love
that feels like a candy wrapper in your mouth,
so fused with the chocolate,
you swallow without concern?

What is it, you have, that tastes like that
when i kiss you in my thoughts?
What is that they say about phermones
like perfume?
Is that what wears your clothes
like diluted oxygen
while i am searching your eyes for breath?
Or is it what makes me think about parking
before i leave you with my heart in scraps of foil
like an S.O.S?

You linger,
without wanting to be,thought of.
You haunt me without chains or sheets
and yet i whimper inside myself
when i conjure your face with free time and distortions of will.
I bet you did not know,
you could be so habit-forming, like a drug.
You would say you're just a girl,
if you ever heard yourself described in one of my poems.

At the crux of my disorder,
i know that i am an addict
and you are just an element...
but at the front,
I am a lecherous fiend,
void of hope or reason.

I suffer from tunnel vision
when i'm trying to try on someone else.
You are a vortex i'm passing through
and i don't really matter
but that does not dissuade me
when i think about love
and try to get it from you.

You are my dealer
because i cannot just start putting things up my nose
when i am so used to this needle,
filled with the last smile i broke down into a liquid.
That's right...
the element remains elusive
because it shifts with your generosity.
A smile, a look, a pause or a comment...
you squeezed my arm.
I remember now, you squeezed my arm
and then i drove away with crumpled wrappers
and a melting heart.