Another Taste

Another Taste

She was shaking
like a newborn crack baby,
blue eyed and
desperate for a fix;
a loving touch.

I let my arms
fall around her shivering body
and realize that
I should not be diluted
by my obsession,
but this is just too much
for my small hands
to grasp and potentially
form into perfection.

I know that if
I held her any closer
She would suffocate
on the cotton
and plastic lettering
of my shirt,
but I really do need
something more
than filtered air
and bottled water
to give me peace of mind.

I trace the rivets
of her spine
letting the bumps
dissolve beneath my fingers.

I will always return
for another taste
of the angel's white spine.

She knows this
by now,
and once again
I shudder
at my defeat.