Like enjoying the taste of poison on my lips
I didn't know why I went back for another kiss.
I never had a choice; I was always going to kiss her again.
There was just something about her taste that begged to be experienced Despite the feeling that I was the only one who knew.
It was impossible to choose whether I should take another drink of her Or search for the antidote in her eyes.
She lay beside me as if there was no where else she could have been.
I watched her watch me as we fought back against the cold room.
An icebox which only yielded to our small fire under the thin sheets
A tiny sun kept alight
By longing for each other