Boomslang.

"Boomslang"

I have tasted her heart...
And I still remember it's flavor:
Ambrosial.

I underestimated it's potency.

Like nectar, her love oozed
from her heart
to my lips
and from my lips
to my words.

It now calcifies in my skeleton.

The venom has taken it's place already,
and I am again it's victim.
I am again in love...

It melts my inner defenses
Reckless, relentless
I am not breathing,
but breathless.
It mocks me,
what was the expense,
to have this intense,
immense,
toxin commence?

And so, why does it burn like hell
if I've been though it a million times?
Why does her love scald,
even after I promised mine?

Does love happen like this to everyone?

My pores now exude her love
and I have no place for
so I place it in,
the barrel of a pen,
and hope
it saves my soul.

There is no anti-venom;
For this love,
even a little,
Is enough to bring
any man,
not to his knees,
but to his nearest,
poison control center.

So to whom it may concern:
I warn you,
with my swollen heart,
and a brittle sentiment...

Please intact your emotions
and place them in the strongest membrane.
Why?
She will love you one day,
and it will consume you too.