Lovely Venom

When love starts to arise first,

What do you do?

When you feel the venom dripping on your shirt,

Do you embrace the rebirth or camouflage yourself using shadows

When love gets tired,

Where do you go?

Do you retire into the recliner?

Or find the energy to recover the flow?

Wondering why love,

Decided to take a chance on me.

Knowing the moment I cried,

Originated the thought of I could never leave.

How does it work?

Without taking a chance at first sight?

Without spending countless nights,

Under starlights with human headlights,

Waiting for the first chance to coil up & strike.