Poison Poem by Franz Uy

this love is poison
this passion forbidden
this act a sin.
my soul aches, it groans for want of acceptance,
writhing in pain
in the absence of nourishment,
it has partaken something lethal
to fill up the need
though reason be against it
wisdom was forsaken for the great want
for somehow
it did satisfy
and once, or even many a time
the heart welcomed the venom;
the blood in its toxicity moved the body to its purpose
and it did dance the dance of love
and death.