Ivory Poison

A tinge of bittersweet

Temptation binds my soul

With gossamer strands

And Magnetic Silver..

I sip from the petals of

The Cloistered buds,their

gentle dewy nectar...

Gentle? Sugary? Nada,

Nil,

It smacks of Hemlock,

It Immolates,

It Holds forth and does it's will,

And leaves the self ravished..

I Know not where to go with it,

This ill-nurtured child, This half-stark

Lunacy,

Yet I know all along what I want to do

With it,to surrender,weak-kneed,and

Yield to the all-encompassing,

With orgasmic exaltation and

Debauched dissipation..

Ay,I admire the Light-Bearer,
For he yields to the ticklish

Flames of narcissism..

He Knows he has a choice,

And chooses to Transgress..

Evil? Bravado,more or less..

There I teeter.

On the edge of the chalice

Of gold,Fool's Gold,

I'll taste the Ivory poison

Within,

Denigrate me,O Holier-than-thou,

But never shall you know..