Blackberry Merlot - Dark and sweet,
like your voice as it drips
the corrosive metaphors you love
so well, caustic venom of my addiction
I cannot help but listen and believe,
even as I disbelieve, the promises
of paradise within your arms.
Liquid daggers - your eyes find me
in a room full of strangers like a
predator out for the hunt, yet I am
caged within my desire for your approval,
yearning to be devoured, wanting the death
your love would bring me. Short-lived,
the release, as you bind me to your soul,
dangling me from the strings of your
affection, a puppet dancing upon your whim.
Would that you would drip your venom into
the wine I drink this night and allow my
life to drift away from this captivity into
the darkness of oblivion...
Blackberry Merlot -
the color of blood as it dries
upon the floor of my ravaged heart.

April 20, 2000