I cry for you with poppy tears, <br />My lover somniferum, sleep-bringing wonder, <br />Dreamer. <br />For the sweet, delirious Heaven <br />Of your pure, red rock heart, <br />And for the black tar incense of your opiate <br />Lips, laced with midnight oil. <br />You're the White Lady's gold dust; <br />My own brand of Mr. Blue. <br />Poppies will put you to sleep, like a seed, <br />You taste like addiction, drawn into me as indigo smoke. <br />I feed off the essence of you in my burning dreams.<br /><br />Annie Jane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-re-morphine/
