The Poet

Wiyth

Pen in hand

Poised over paper

I am

Like a dart

Ready to stick the target

And release the venom

Of intoxication

I am hoping

To make you dizzy and drool

With hot flashes

And pounding heart

And all vital signs elevated

I want you to feel

The Elixir

Invade your veins

And incite rivers

Of your blooded Passion

Happy I am

To sweep away the congestion

Of your heart

And see you sweat salty beads

Of your own distilled Histories

Let my quill enter your nose

And find your brains

And pierce what you know

So that you can collapse

Upon the couch

Of the ultimate therapy

And in your confession

Be healed

Of your dimness

And your constant

Chafing concern

For security