A Poem of Addiction
I am addicted to jade dust sun dust and moon dust
also crusty flaky pie crust.
I am addicted to the love of goosefishes* and of course, magical wishes and those porcelain little dishes.
I am addicted to good stories
where I can forget all my worries and interesting history mysteries.
I am addicted to good daggers friendly to apple cider and chocolates, sweet and bitter.
I am addicted to waterfalls trilling, sweet, birdcalls and the golden leaves of fall.
I am addicted to innocence beautiful things’ brilliance and intoxicating remembrance.
And of course, beautiful, glorious, life.
* Goosefish: Fishes that live in the deep sea. The female have a blue light that attracts the male, and when, under the deep, wide, sea,they finally find each other, the male would be in a near-death situation, too weak to live on its own. The female would swallow the male, and the male would live off the female, and the two fishes would stay together, for the rest of their lives. As someone from BAM said, the love of goosefishes exactly describes human marriage.
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