I crave your taste
Still picking up your scent
Your golden eyes glistening
Still cast their spell

I'll sit here sober-minded
Rotting in my bed
Empty glass of ice
In my trembling hands
Until that honey warm liquid
Trickles down my throat

An addict to your being
A slave to your form
Oh Sweetening pleasure
Grace me with your presence
Take away this reality
That's killing me
Worse than your poison

*edited 2012