They say that it’s an addiction,

An impartial accusation,

Blame best left with the man in the moon

 

But Hell hath no flame

Hotter than lust

 

Steam rising up

Breath heaving out

 

Hair thrown up

Bedhead at best

 

Insane redesigned

Sleep deprived

Cocktail of blood

 

Though not what you’ d think

Simple transportation

For Mind, for Soul

 

Caffeine accelerated self-medication

Vessels tied

Knots of love

 

Wind in hair

Morning air on teeth

Running shoe cloaked feet