Methadone won't help this...

The pharmacological magnitude
of you
is utterly
addictive.

With you
(above)
I reach heights
known only to the
most persistent
mountaineer,
pursuing peaks
understood solely by the forces
that created them.

With you,
(beneath)
I move in stride
with the tides,
a thousand year’s
history of lunar pull,
rolling forward
only to recede.  

With you,
(behind)
I give in to
animalistic urges,
mentioned only
in Sade or Sacher-Masoch,
become all consuming.

With you,
(within)
I am suspended
in time,
held between the euphoric rush
of crossing St. Peter’s gates
or walking the Elysian Fields.

I attain peace, pleasure
under
the narcotic
that is you.