His lungs are filled with smoke,
But he has never lit a cigarette.
His mind is flying high,
Heart is racing,
Skin is sweating, heat is rising.
The world is noisy
But he hears silence.
And touching his fingers,
Retracing the touch of her hands.
He never placed a drug to his lips
But he tasted her
And he felt like that. The escape,
The whirlwind, the heartbeat.
He came alive. He couldn't breath
But he was breathing.
She was his natural high.
It was that first spark,
Should she ever leave,
That life would leave his eyes.