Listening to every heart
Moonseed plant, twining conspicuously
renders me limp, as devilishly
from the source is born
curari, a sleeping or killing form.
From beauty it's struck
bringing recipient ill luck
for in my bloodstream it courses,
from purple berry, it's sources.
When first taken paralysis strikes,
not unlike love's swift bite,
so please, no more curari for me,
I'd rather defend love vigourously.
I like it Sy! Always on the lookout for something different! Well done!