Once I experienced the Ultimate High,
my life couldn’t possibly hold the same lure.
I could return to a flavorless existence,
or I could keep coming back for more.
Now, prayer is no longer a chore,
but a love letter in motion,
Your remembrance is never forced,
but a daydream to get lost in.
I want every book I read,
every movie I view,
every conversation I have
to revolve around You.
Surrounded by other lovers,
I gaze deeply into their eyes,
looking for my reflection,
till the early hours of sunrise,
talking about sacred whispers,
transcendent states, lifted veils,
facing our inner demons,
enduring our personal travails.
All else pales in comparison.
One taste of You is so sweet,
so divinely succulent,
one bite and I feel complete.
I keep coming back for more.
What tasteless mire
was I eating before?