Poison

I - the last desparate refuge,
In your defiant act of profanity.
I am as clear as water,
And as sweet as honey,
Touching the rosy wet lips,
That smiled in bliss long ago,
Sliding down the very throat,
That had sung a happy song,
Quicker than the blink of an eye,
Mightier than your power of will,
Into you I enter with infernal wings,
And the last whiff of hope goes out.
Once you were life and now no more,
For I am the very kiss of ebony death.

- T S Sudarshan [ 18 Feb 2007 ]