Dear Dr Drug, Ph.D

No fix today to allay the yearning
for one drop of word to feed the fervour one more day.
But not to be .. no thought of me
or how you leave me craving,
wasting for the want of one more word.

No seductive luring glance in my direction
no need to read affection left from yesterday
no sleep no food no thing will serve to ease my passion
oh cruel seducter, to leave me longing in this fashion.

(Note: “Seducter” is from an obscure international language called Interlingue. Translated it means “allure”.)