Junky Love

I wish that there was
a methadone clinic?
for love.
I am? addicted to you.
I lie awake
like a junky
I coil and contract
Withdrawn,
by your absence
I've thrown my head back
Beet red &; tear stained
Firey hot
from withdrawal?
I shake and convulse
Weary,
with a lust for you
Sickened by my need
for your fix.
How to stop the soul recoil
How to stop