oh Venomous Love,
it's the subtle things You do
that make me crumble.

a wayward glance pushes me
down the rabbit hole,
just two portals to a misty world
where my deepest dreams mingle
with sinister things.
Our world, shaped by the mosaic
of my imagination.

an aroma, sweeter than dew
hangs in the air like tendrils of ivy,
and trails Your golden shape.
a strangling, pleasing scent bends the mind,
and binds my soul.

Your voice, mellifluous as a hymn,
lashes like a snake.
filling my veins with the sweet poison they call
Love.