Addiction is a beauty Queen that tells you she not wearing panties
but at the end of the night, you find her locked in a chastity belt
The allure is real
The seduction is real
The chase and the high are filled with moments of grace
Your capacity for intensity is stretched to the ultimate edge
Then….. chastity… no completion of the ephemeral desire
A Chimera’s shadow on the wall
When the spell breaks
It seems you are left with nothing…..
Shift your stance
Peer around the corner
Glance sideways into the periphery
And you’ll see the edges of your container
Have expanded almost past your line of sight
Do you pull back into the “safety” of walls you can touch?
Or do you know that the vestal virgin of addiction
Has become the bestial Mother
A river (robe) to meet the flow of expanded capacity
A touchstone to give weight and measure and purpose
to the shimmering veil of your life
Court the devil
Be the vessel
Shape your heart
~ James Humecky