Original Poetry

Opioids

I love the smell of the air after it has rained.
It reminds me of you.
The chaos is over, leaving the calm behind for us.
Fluctuations and hesitations
No devastation.
I can taste the moisture in the air
Just as I can taste the passion
In your mouth when
I kiss you.
That sweet taste of our youth.
Opioids.
We are our own opioids.

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