Poison

The deep end of my heart:
Alas, when I jump in!
I drink in deep, and fall to sleep,
Not realizing it’s poison.

So many believe in miracles:
And I have seen a few,
Where my poison turns to wine;
And wine to poison, too.

I’m still watching for the trick,
Trying to get the hang of it.
Maybe I can turn it back;
Barring that, I’ll get it writ.