Sip

Love’s poison lies in the taste of her lips
With every kiss, this toxin our heart sips.
In its given thirst any drop to quench will satisfy
And in that desire this feeling we can not deny.
A drunken heart too much for the sober mind
Pushing logic’s light into darkness’s blind,
While a few shades of night do nothing to mark
The heart that is always sightless and in the dark,
Concerns are spared and forgotten, for nothing is too much
All that is seen is felt and every glimpse becomes a quiet touch.