“You Are Beautiful And Poison”

You said: “You are beautiful and poison all at the same time” I
SAY: As your poison. As your person. As your perfect. Friend.
Elixir. As yourself. As beautiful as you can remember. As far back
as I can reach. As your enemy. As your classic. As your moment.
Erased haphazardly in the sun. Left to travel on. Left to spit on.
As your other hand. As your morning coffee drips into the middle of
the night and onto your rocking chair, dreaming of beauty--not as
poison, but as far back as you can imagine-- see me there. Into the
glow that you remember. As my poison. You are missing. As far back
as I’ve been believing I’ve been a believing in things of your
specific nature. As your poison. As your elixir. And entire life
awaits. As your last embrace.