Poison

The poison starts to flow,

the moment you meet someone,

whose eyes shine so bright,

you forget about the sun.

It seeps through your veins,

crawls over your skin,

contaminates their words,

as your ears take them in.

Poison can be a great thing,

keep you sheltered from all harm,

only if you have the antidote,

they carry in their arms.

But when their embrace is out of reach,

and their eyes out of sight,

when their voice is but an echo,

the poison starts to bite.

Now the venom can’t be stopped,

it takes away your breath,

slowly controlling your life,

until it brings you death.

A strange poison indeed,

whose cure is just the same,

and though it has but four letters,

you dare not speak its name.

~Ash~