Feed Me Poison

Loving Him, Is Such Ecstasy, Such Poison

You hold out your hands,

liquid filled,

and cupped near my face.
Your eyes gesture me forward,

shining with such sincerity,

luring me near to take a drink.
I suddenly realize how thirsty I am,
how each swallow is dry,

my lips crack with each breath.
And you smile,
your lips so perfectly pink,

curled in a grin,

so alluring and sweet.
So I crawl on rough hands,

bleeding knees,

abandoned for so long, 

moving closer to your gift.
I stretch my neck,

lift my chin,

purse my lips, 
for a beautiful drink.
And poison could only taste so sweet,
When fed from your hands.
In gulps I swallow,
in seconds I'm done,
in minutes I'm dizzy,
you watch me die.

Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

It is not an easy thing to think of with much aluring thought. I read an article in a magazine about how the children of a gold cost africa country used a simular devise to stop the suffering of children dying of food deperation. Somehow it never seems right or just. Any way I like the flow of your work but the subject leaves a lot to be desired.