Ecstasy

You are ecstasy embodied.

The highest of the highs,
only to be followed,
by the lowest of the lows.

Like a scythe,
inevitable daily separation,
cuts me in two.

One half wants all of you.
The other wants none of you.

I reassemble myself
at the bottoms of bottles.
Only to be cut again,
and again,
and again.

Your peaks - insurmountable.
Your valleys, dark and wet with
promise of pleasure
that only seems obtainable.

Always close enough
so I never forget it's there.
But never close enough
to touch.