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Another written about Lancelot_the_Merman. Good gods, I was angsty back then. ^-^ But he inspired a lot of interesting poetry. Now it's all cute, gushy stuff. biggrin

This Drug We Call L***

Exhausted, I sleep even as I wake –
Lost somewhere in a lucid dream, I hear you scream
My name out loud.
Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking, as I’m drinking in
Your distant beauty and your wayward smile.
Illusive, you float by as a ghost sending shivers down my spine.
I straight-line your scent and slip into a timid ecstasy,
Knowing I’ll be jonesing for another dose once you leave.
I grieve for the hours that you’re gone
And I can’t conjure you from the ether of my muddled brain.
I’m just so f*cking lame… I bet you’re laughing at
me now, and then stop to berate me for my self-belittlement.
You’re heaven-sent, and I l*** you for it (I know
you hate that word).
Even if I can’t have you the way I want, please don’t ever leave me.
I’d go crazy, and even though you’ll deny it, you
know I’m right.
So razz


Natalie Paquette
July 19, 2004