The Junkie's Romance

I can only take you where we met
Sunny highs and Percocet
Dry martinis with fingers wet
From fishing fruit sangria set.

Heads held back in tilted laughter
Forward pulling smiling after
Faces meshed in deep delight
Of song and dance and reddened night.

But it is true the story at the wedding will not fare
To be pleasing to that communal stare
Of a hundred relations waiting there to sigh
At love begot of roses and not of rye.

So if you wish this life of high distaste
Me and you will have a life to waste
But if you wish high society
You must softly let me leave you be.

Copyright © 2008 Prabhath Avadhanula