Heroin’s that lover
whose beauty one regrets
that fantastical, maniacal
fuck
that has you rivaling Zeus in orgasm—
body driving deep with one sublime focus
of nerves and brain and skin and chi
shuddering, then spent
awash in flowing life energy
Or is it?
Closer maybe to that
picking, pecking, poking, pest?
accusing you with sharp tattoo?
Taboo! Hidden!
We crave that which is forbidden
And sweet oblivion!
O, Illusion!
Soothing me with her nepenthe kiss
in embrace eternal
I sink into the Styx
and learn to breathe those poison waters
as only the dead know how
Blooming in Darkness 