YOU

You may intoxicate, 
How will you benumb?
I may drown in you
Or to a fragrant reverie
My being will succumb. 
Droplets- big and small
Each worth a million
Each a story teller
Will grow old at the corner of my mouth.
Clouds around me 
And the rainbows in my eyes
Have a habit of fast
losing iridescence and becoming gray.
You slow it.
But that's it.

You, after all, are not that potent.