Nightshade

The nightshade, in quiet darkness,
completely alluring and captivating me.
Even when I've tried to resist its shadowing light,
just as this nightshade flower hides its poisonous face behind its beautiful florets,
so does my connection to you.
The tangibility of this perfect storm almost feels unattainable at times,
but waves of delight wash over me when I hold this nightshade in my hand.
The nightshade grows from the earth like a vine,
twisting, turning, left and right around the edges of my heart.
I am the shadows, the beautiful shadows.
I reach forth, and this nightshade continues to pull me in.
The forbidden hold is earth-shaking.
It's not supposed to be. The danger in the nightshade—
it still will be held in my heart.
Intoxicating and stimulating every emotion within me,
it brings great comfort in beautiful shades.
It reflects a love that is not harmful but enticing.
It's growing in the shadows of my heart.
If I could harvest a garden full of this poisonous beauty that has captivated me,
I would nurture it, never letting it wither or be neglected.
My nightshade, it will always be.