Love's Suicidal

A final request for forgiveness  before I lay me down to sleep My mind fills with caustic fumes retracing perfumes once consumed it was her scent I yearned to  roll around my tongue like a  connoisseur of fine wine Amused by muses, I've misused these Misconceptions & understandings known to well by well wishes  while making sentences as plain as teary eyed apologies that lead to the removal of lace, fitted sheets pulled from mattress corners and tissue balled on a nightstand Compensating for spills paper towles do not properly absorb like peguins in oil spills and women  in sequin, fine me for  this prophecy I'm having. For thoughts and sins I keep at bay yet condemned anyway.  I want to pump heaven in my veins  as if Jesus was heroin  and she was a heroine  sent to give me the highest high. For her love... I would seek intervention while secretly  abusing her prescription, Lock myself away in a square space and drift upward in spirals... Addicted