A drug for love

I pet the cat
Knowing I am her surrogate
When she was a kitten she curled
On my chest

I see the dark islands
Left on the mind

A child starved for love
Becomes a bullet
Traveling relentlessly toward its target–

Destructive force
Without anchor without tether

Nothing in a bottle
Could ever replace
The steady gaze
Of love

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