POEM: Adrenaline Spike

a hot spike of adrenaline
sluices into my blood
not a shot, a squirt, or a drip,
but an adamant flood

if you can find someone who gives
you that kind of feeling
without fearing a certain death
but, still, with mind reeling

Hold on!

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