Literature
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 th
