LOVE-STRUCK

My love pour a cup of love,
poisoned with herbs for submission
I knew what it was
I knew what I would become
Still, I drank
absorbing it all over my tongue
At that moment, I knew
I will have to stand on the brink of that cup forever
Not even an inch backward
or else I might hop the twig.
All these restive feelings I run into
I barely sleep at night
I don’t bleat on about the rising tide of love
I never want to complain about that cup
I no longer crave anything but my love.
