My Poison

If I could take what you gave me;
what you made me feel;
If I could capture the intensity,
and make it feel real;

If I could bottle it in glass,
and retain all of its whole
to take out at an impasse
or endow with, those alone,

the world would be a better place.
It would complement the good in life.
The benevolence of this case
would drown away all strife.

How I would drink it down!
Bliss would lie in intoxication;
to have fulfillment of such void
without causing others lamentation!

To complete the jigsaw puzzle,
that misses its center piece;
to always feel contentment,
and to so fully please;

If I could only bottle this passion,
all involved could win satisfaction.

*dedicated to the memory of Tequila*
June 18, 1996