Once again
I am in love....
She is a Beautiful
Cruel temptress,
A siren for the
New millennium.
Curves of an Angel,
The heart of black
Onyx.
Her eyes should have
Given her away-
With every look, the
Inner demond can be
Seen swimming in the
Shimmering blue ocean.
She reads me as the
Lonely soul I am,
Sending me apocryphal
Signs, boiling my blood
with feelings of almost
obvious false hope.
A drug to get me lifted
in pitiful moderations,
Just tickling my heart
for more.
The masses make their
Passes, over fragrant
Coffee and sweet
Conversation. Devolve
Not to my ludicris state,
Torn between desire
And false hope.
Love
is a drug with no
Rehabilitation.