Poison's Love

Such delightful poison you were;

a deadly brew that wilted roses

by a whiff of your scent,

inflicted even more destruction

upon the mistakes of a soul,

my soul, deprived of love

longing for your touch:

for I believed you would

corrode evil with a caress,

and indeed I did

melt away while the warmth

of your taste

cleansed my throat.

Oh, how I craved you

every wretched night after

they made me throw you away,

for I felt your acidic smile

now held the cyanide of my

own dear brew,

a batch I left untended,

bouncing around in your stomach;

felt that killer smile

dissolve, submit to a venom

more potent:

mine.

How I wished I could

perfect the brew, but I couldn't:

they took me away, you see!

They failed to realize

even poison has a half-life,

even poison has an expiration date

and you were far past yours:

I longed once more for your burning

touch, to make you deadly once more

and not mistake you for salvation,

and overdose

                like I did, then.

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of Click Here for HTMLGoodies of Deviant Art.
Also: please do be harsh: I haven't written any poems and I wish to improve significantly.

Reviews

[Anne Timmins]

this is an absolutely exquisite piece of poetry

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Anne Timmins.

[I Am Svetlana]

Wow, such wonderful imagery you used in this and I loved the metaphor of poison that you used. It could symbolize what a wonderful, yet destructive relationship you might have with a person or certain thing. As I read, I pictured the poison being alcohol and how often it tricks people, making it fall in love with it and getting them hooked, craving the poison and "burning touch". Such a strong meaning this piece held and stuck me.

[Tai Ryens]

I see you've understood the concept well, thank you for your kind words.

[Frieda P]

I'm choking to death, yet I want, need more. This is a burning piece of poetry Tai, so poignantly emotive, have missed you. Happy New Year my friend.

[Tai Ryens]

Have missed your poems as well, friend. Cheers to a new year!

[stars are far]

that was really amazing...well done..

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you for the kind words c:

[Jasmine Thousand]

Wonderful imagery and descriptions. I've forgotten how much I enjoy well-written poems. Well done.

[Tai Ryens]

Ahhh, I'm flattered. Thank you. Nice to hear from you again, Jasmine.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Surely he is a wicked wizard, obsessed with his own concoction, he is bound to have a croaky, creepy voice, a short temper, an irritable, cantankerous manner, and a fierce heart, I much enjoyed.

[Tai Ryens]

Not wicked, just broken. Thank you!

[Bluefire]

This, for some reason, makes me picture a mad scientist who cooked up poisons and potions in his lab in the basement and was found out and taken to a mental hospital where he writes this poem, or just that line, "How I wished I could perfect the brew, but I couldn't!"
Well done! ^^

[Tai Ryens]

Mm, I was nodding towards a metaphor, but literal interpretations satisfy me just as well. Thank you for your thoughts ^^

[Bluefire]

xD I was pretty sure it was metaphorical but my mind was somewhere else. No problem, by the way.

[Baby Ricochet]

Ah... Love, desire and the apocalypse. My boy is BACK! No one on this site pulls emotion and imagery together quite like you do Tai. Another Tai masterpiece. Outstanding work sir!

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, I'm flattered, Baby R. Always a pleasure to have you around, I thank you kindly ^^

[K]

Great work, brilliant piece of writing.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you.

[K]

Welcome. :)