Happy Withdrawal

Withdrawal went real. The brain got sick from memory,
wants to love black and deadly, but doesn't find a place.
Where are you, my beautiful, Woman talking sincerity
Sweet and frank, with the secret of eight planets in space?

The bolt unscrewed from stomach quietly goes to cosmos,
But resting on the nearest, kibbles divan so long.
Where are you, my darling, with braids or with a bold head -
It doesnt matter - Soulful! -  let the screen  go off.

Brain dripping with the strontium, may be you'll get, elastic,
Reaching you by the snowy sinews and tender strings?
Where are you, my serious, with God so close and wonderful
Who answered super sweet to everything: I won’t give!

My rod is twisted into your spacer shim, my dear,
And without your responding, carving will whine and bleat!
If you have gone somewhere, then I am merging with you,
You breathe with me, my addict! So - breathe into me!