I need to learn a new language to express how you can make me experience living,
In English I search for words and apply new meanings by feel,
A blind man in a maze reading the walls by touch,
Led by the lights I feel within,
You're opioid.
You are the golden explosion of energy too locked away by daily exposure to mediocrity,
You release it for me to feel.
You are the key to a room where I can remember a way I was,
Your texts light up more than my phone,
You're electrical.
You escape the ink in my pen.
I like the sentiment and feeling in this poem. It is evocative. But it also brings out my inner editor in weird ways. As a writer, my eye keeps snagging on the "You're opioid" phrase. It's awkward, and I don't know what it is supposed to mean. "You are an opioid." "You are an opiate." "You are my opioid." "You are my opiate." Any of those are correct. But the "you're" contraction loses the possessor of the object - "an" or "my" - and makes the meaning ambiguous. "Opioid" is also a clinical term, and feels out of place to me in a love/lustful poem like this. "My drug", or "my high", or "like heroin in my veins", all speak to the feeling she inspires in you, without making me think of hospital green and beeping machines. And there is a beautiful repetition that can be drawn out here, with the "You are" phrase at the beginning of lines 6-7. Some rethinking/rewording to make every sentence begin with "You are", creates a rhythm that can be repeated each line... until the last one, when you can break the rhythm to emphasize the last line. Who am I? Not a poet. Just someone who read your poem and sees an alternate version that could refine the message and the meter. Thanks for sharing it with us. If any of what I said inspired you to create a V2 of this, I'd love to read it as well!
The first part of the poem is the struggle of finding words to describe her and finding a lack in your native tongue. The use of Opioid is supposed to be awkward to express this. It sounds alien, but that's the word that keeps driving to the front of my mind when I think about her.
Haha. Her name was Kim. But also her name was Morphine because Morphine is fantastic. But moreover I don't paint women who I'm not really into as drugs. I dated a girl for 8 months who was Send a Runner. The girl before Opioid was an unposted poem about a yellow lily. There's a feeling that makes something in my blood work, where I'll walk down the stairwell and smile thinking about her, because I'll know I had the best time the night before of anyone around me. Those are the pharmaceutical women.