A different high

First base:
I tried not to take too much in all at once,
Getting in way over my head,
Letting you under my skin.
Slowly you possessed me,
And took me high as I stayed drawing warmth from your voice.

The second:
I tried.
I told myself I had my acts together.
I did,
At first,
But the weeks rolled by,
Holding me, you got me through each flight higher.
When you let go of my hands I found myself hitting rock bottom.
It was then you taught me what second base felt like.
I learnt to laugh in your presence,
Forgetting the shame I had learnt to attribute to how my giggles made a deep throaty sound.

Your fingers brushed my lips,
And I knew your lips were close too
So I shut my eyes and took you in.
That was hallucinogenic;
You literally took my breath away.
Somedays I detox off you,
Other times, I just slipped under your spell.

Whenever I raised my head from below the waters,
Your hand was there to cup my face;
Fingertips brushing hair locks from my eyelids.
That was third base.
Then I lost count, as I lost myself Somewhere within you.


Where we are right now;
It's the seventh base
I seem to have lost my memory of how we got here.

From my hazy vision,
You do look like love to me
And I think I'm just beginning to know what an intoxication feels like:
Nothing.

It just feels like home,
Like you,
A different kind of high.


'Siyah


Picture credit @Lexonart