Dragon Smoke
This poison is honeyed,
A powerful intoxication.
A dulcet seductress calling softly,
I am the sirens call.
But I will consume you whole.
Chasing the dragons smoke
I am a burning sulfurous desire.
I run wild in your veins.
Yet I am an unfaithful mistress,
A promiscuous lover.
I leave you wanting more,
But my hunger cannot be sated.
Beware - for my embrace kills.
For I am the sweet smoke of death.
P H Brookes © 2012.
poem by Paul Brookes
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