Absinthe desires (with Adagio)

Absinthe fragrance of green and pale
delicacy in despair of dreams so rare
bitter-sweet the myrrh in the air            
rising to a star of distant glare
green as the venom's dare
 
You are a beacon of bleeding light
my knees collapse, worship the fall
I sink into the dirt, honor the call
sweetest agony encompasses you
I bleed with desire until my atoms unglued