Absinthe

Absinthe

If I am Rimbaud, my sweet, sweet girl,
then you are my absinthe.
Your powers are unknown to me.
With you inside me things seem clear,
become comfortable, and the world melts away.

There is no silence in your presence.
I hear your hypnotic voice coaxing
me back from the violent waters.
I hear the sound of revelation, of epiphany,
when you expose pieces of me didn't seem to exist before.

I hear the sound of my own blood charging
through my veins, reminding me of the fact
that I live, the fact that I am.
My mind fills with child-like wonderment.
You are like a mythical goddess, divine perfection.

Yet you have descended upon me, satiating me.
Your eyes continue forever and their depth invite my own
to mingle until all has been said wordlessly. You alone
have the power to rearrange my identity, to lead me back
to the truth and find my love on a uncharted path.

I love you deeply, serenely, and in a way singularly
unlike I have loved or will love any other.
For you I am willing to abandon my reality and uproot myself,
just to climb into your arms. Folded up inside of you
I am safe, protected by the amniotic fluid of your maternal being.

Oh, Shug, show me, lead me. I will follow you like a needful
child, because within you I find solace. You love me wholly.
Rip down the sheet of translucence I have coated my emotion in.
Only you can. I will remember you always, crouched at my side,
attending to my wounds, kissing me and making it all better.
A touch of you hand has a healing power all it's own.
If I am Rimbaud, my sweet, sweet girl,
then you are my absinthe
and no matter where I am swept away to
I will always hallucinate of you.

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