Elixir Me This

I gazed on the mellifluous mixing of 

crimson and amber filling the ingress. 

Then she pushed and I plunged far 

away and floating. In an instance of 

feeling infinity, a life is from then 

on altered and saved so they say.

Eyes half closed, blissing and kissing 

my elixir bag, I flew far away and oh so 

very high above my old life, lying deep 

in pocket of dreams gone dry, being 

dripped with a poison I must learn to 

love or die, so they say.

Never hungry, I shrank thin and grew to 

loathe my once loved muscled manliness. 

I knew I could stop when the treatment

hurt me more than helped and I held on. 

So deeper into the conscious coma I slipped 

over time after time until time had no 

hands to hold on to.

Every clock tick-tock ticking time passes 

dead slowly while my fingers hum

drummed the rhythm on the 

medicine table next to my 

cheek of napping drool.

Take me to bed and my pulse. Hold me 

lightly until no light shines in my eyes 

while floor curling and hurling. 

The needle point piercing pretty pink 

pulchritude to age away into the fray 

of my vacation days finally 

feeling my decay I said

no way to more.

The loss desperately remains within my 

hollow frame, where tempest tattered 

heart strings pulled too hard to 

ignore and tears were 

swallowed while 

losing me. 

The noxious odor from my gastronomic 

effusions will be in the depths of my 

salient mind and dreams for longer 

than I fear. Now in complacent 

comfort I see how fast the 

years of me are 

screaming.