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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written May 6th, 2026, for contest sponsored by Ink Empress Prompt ~ Addicted to your Alchemy ******************* Addicted to your alchemy— I admit it without genteel restraint, without the wherewithal to pretend that this isn’t a selcouth, slow-burning undoing. Your cuddles fired a flutter of ecstasy, a golden glow gliding gently in my ribs, switching my stolid stillness into a fleeting void, a longing that lingered, leaping beyond limits. I wretchedly return to the declivity where your voice first broke my heart— that susurrous, almost perfidious whisper evocative vows, never venerated I still recite it as if it were scripture. There is a tristful sweetness in these moans, a quixotry I cannot winnow from my bones. Even today, your absence hones similar to a stalwart shun Draw me into that katabatic abyss With virile, velvety-dark desire eclipses. I strive to argue with myself— a futile conundrum, a colloquy with a heart too recalcitrant to resile from the memory of your mouth. Desire has its own sequacious logic, It's tailored susceptibility And I am guilty of every syllable. You were always a little inimical, a little officious with my longing, Yet I let you inspissate my nights with your half-truth heat, your muliebrity or virility (whatever shape you wore that hour), Your sylphlike drift through my restraint. And still— I would sojourn in this sorrow again, a sublime symphony of sprees the sumptuous, smoke-soft torment That leaves me wan, yet wanting. Addicted to your alchemy— yes. Because even now, in the nadir of this night, Your memory moves through me akin to a clandestine partita a dark-winged music I cannot— will not— stop listening to.
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