Like hands around throats
ringing the breath from lungs
words will bubble and foam up
spilling from those tender lips
melting fragile hearts like acid
chains that tie feet to the ground
eroding skin into bleached bones

A wicked stem
With which to stir the drink

I love it when
You poison me

Makes our time together
A bit more fun

Not having to guess
When it will end

Skeletons in the closet
Poison in the cupboard
Strangers in the hallway
Life without a lover

Knives in the kitchen
Needles in the drawer
Pills in the dresser
A knock on the door

Brilliantly disturbing
I begged from him no more
"Hello, my name is Death,
And you're the one I've come for."

Just a warning if you intented to love
a poet with a blood of ink and words
flowing in our veins..
Your eyes can be our saving grace
that will lead us to a better place
Through our eyes you are beautiful as Aphrodite but wild and powerful as medusa making us feel petrified by your beauty
Every details on your face is worth every letters,  every ink and every thoughts
In our world you are immortal,  and you'll live forever and ever with the poems we stained in your skin cause our poems must find their way home and and that home is you.
But
For us love can be poisonous too
all your words against us is like ink spilled on blank page it's a mess and silly thing.  And I promise you later on your soul with be longing and searching for something that you can't undo. You know why?  
Cause we leave mark under your skin it was all pure all the passionate kisses, of how your body shifted reminiscing our skin to skin connection,  those magical moments that I'll forever be treasure.