I drink to thee

The night is lonely, so am I

Sans thee by my side

In the warmth of deluded love,

Let me die-you be my alibi

There’s pleasure in my woe

My silence moans in thy caress

There’s lust even in that whisper

And love that kills me with every fill

Let me drink from your lips

That cajoles me into here everyday

You soothe me like none else does

Your touch lingers a little more

When everything else wears off

There are no more boundaries

No lies that escape you, no love either

Beloved, your beauty is my joy

With you, I’m a poet; I sing aloud

Away from the crimson hues, I dance
Holding hands of my own shadow

In you, I seek peace…I smell death

And I plummet into depth unknown…

P.S.—I don’t drink !