The pain from the war wound still stinging
The smell of the woman from last night on my fingers
The smell of the woman the night before still on my sheets
No amounts of coffee can remove the taste of her smile
It has become addicting
she has become my drug of choice
This addict
I awake sleepy
I stumble
for she is still heavy in my head
Two woman the night before
and only she can swell my brain
when I haven't seen her since...
the 3 mornings before.
I can wash off their smell, but I can't let go of her.
