The heart,

that craves the taste of being intoxicated

but by love,

The poison, is it the cure or the end?

The taste of insanity

it remembers so vividly,

my flesh, my strings

my bones, my veins

sick and shattered, I still am in love with.

Is it my euphoria or my drug?

Equivalent but to intoxication,

must you be.

The taste of my summer, the lustrous eyes

I feel it all within,

irresistible, it is

not to be intoxicated by the explosion of a star

I witness it all within your gaze.

Oh the tranquility of my heart,

a flame with passion

slow paces, that’s its hesitation.

I ask no more questions

for the sun rises with my answers,

it’s my intoxication,

the flood of heavy rains,

my summer’s fragrance,

pressure against my veins

I inject you into,

it smells sweet like the morning dew.

My intoxication, is you.