Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a
fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving
sweet. -- William Shakespeare
Written for a dear friend
I breathe you in
a whiff of life
Feel you diffuse
and fill my mind
Induced rush of blood
Renewed surge through my head
Your whiff soaks through my
heart
As life imparted to the dead
Head thrown back
I gently close my eyes
Let it work its magic
As you save my life
Locking and unblocking
Throughout length and breadth
Teasing and releasing
Spanning width and depth
Sinking deeper in,
It’s hypnotism grows
Exhilarating every cell of my
being
I seek you more
Alas, deceptive air,
Your ringing elation
Metamophoses to throbbing
Pricking, a stinging sensation
Second by second,
In pieces and bits,
It corrodes and devours
Your toxicity hits
Sudden panicked heartbeat
It begins to clog the mind
Constricted breathing
Its viscosity slowly blinds
air to mist,
Mist to smoke
Smoke to poison
Poison to choke
What filled and thrilled
Suddenly burned and blocked
Sucking life and blood
and osmotic shock
Once exhilarated smile
vanishes
As life slowly drains
Once a face of serenity
Now contorted in pain
Hands; struggling and
spilling
Eyes blurry: under the shadow
of death
Self preservation kicks in
I cease to hold my breath
Tears running down my cheeks,
Body struggling about,
Gasping for a breather
I choke you out
