From the Wagon, a Momentary Fall

From the Wagon, a Momentary Fall

A Poem by Michael W. Farrelly

After being dry, the wine called again



   So long since we've been together
that I forget how to appreciate your sweetness,
as warmly mocking as it is.
I draw from you secrets:
how to see and behave,
react and control,
vitalise those demons that sleep in my soul
drawing nutrition from wilder senses.
That first kiss from you dilates my pupils,
prickles hair on my body, leaves a taste
in my mouth like sex, victory,
the blood of fresh kill.
And now with you as part of me
the old familiar hunger rises to the surface
rippling death across my cerebellum and changing
the context of my heart's pumped delusions.
Provocation awaits within you.
I fear it.
I fear you.
I fear me, but
I love you
although I did not miss you for one moment
because I knew that within my nature
we would always meet again.

© 2010 Michael W. Farrelly

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This speaks to me on a personal level as I deal with addiction on many levels
That first taste, sip, sniff it changes everything doesn't it, it's intrinsically ingrained and it is truly a battle everyday with our own demons
J'amapelle (I'm running out of French words),

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Michael W. Farrelly
Michael W. Farrelly

Paris, France

I am a thirty three year old Dublin man living in Paris.Writing a book at the moment(my third) but it doesn't pay the rent yet and is damn well killing me. I have one basic philosophy in life: it .. more..