Afina79@DeviantArt
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