Pomegranate Princess

Ah, there you are again, old venom in my veins, the sweet whiskey dripping from the outstretched fangs of snakes and sirens, succubi and spiders, racing through me with the ever rising rush of my heartbeat.  I'm at your feet, my Underworld Queen, my pomegranate princess whose seeds have sprouted in me.  Take me, poison me, end me...with strychnine eyes, hemlock hands, and arsenic lips, give me the comfort of your belladonna hips, of your bedside nightshade, my mind glazed with the passion and agony  of your body wrapped around me, endlessly asphyxiating...breathless...hopeless...finally, I have you again.  My old friend, I've waited for you like Hades awaits the winter wind, craving to be swept away in cold death underneath your warm flesh.  Send me back to hell, like Napoleon, like Romeo, like Socrates, back to where you belong next to me.