Poison

Those little cups of poison you offer

Every time I talk about a dream

I raise a toast to life 

And take it down in a gulp.

The bitter-sweet potion 

Is nothing but love

You call it a medicine, 

And yes, it helps... 

Though it does not kill the dream 

That you call perversion

It sets on fire 

The veil of calmness that I wore

For you... 

The pungent aftertaste 

Seeps into my soul… 

As the pain intoxicates, 

I throw away the goblet
Your world melts into a drop,
My world in flames glows scarlet.

And yet the bridges are not burnt

I will return for another cup some day... 

When the days and nights meet not to part 

An eternal twilight descends 

When the roaring tempests die

And our disagreements 

Become insignificant...

When my dreams, 

Drunk on your poison

Take that enchanting flight 

You watch from a distance 

In a quiet meditation, 

On your lips, a playful smile…

When the venom in my veins 

Turns back to blood

And anger is consumed by forgiveness

I will come back to you

For another cup

For it's the poison that keeps me living... 

~Saba