Do I exist only

To absorb your poison?

The sibilant tongue

That tugs down my lips

Your words, a queer tourniquet,

That seeks to empty

The blood from my palate.

I can not taste anything

But almonds

The sweetness of trees

Stoically entrenched


I shall never expire

A wraith to spite

How I love you

As if delirium

As if a vapor

Infusing every cilium

A phlegmatic hue.

We are as sick as tar

Wherever you land

I, ever the glutton,

Shall doubtless consume