Limbo

[Jana]

A great description of that point in every relationship when we begin to settle into the ordinary, sometimes stale, predictable routines of life. The two are not committed legally, but enough so that the author is wanting more of something, more excitement in bed perhaps? In this way, I'd rethink the term "poison" in the first line. Poison is a strong term for something that's repetitive, or stale and mundane like the next line describes - typical tobacco teamed with cold coffee.

Also, I think I'd toy around with the structure, break it down more as Richard noted:

can't decide
if your love's
become poison
or soma

it's typical tobacco
teamed with
cold coffee

crutches
on which we
navigate our particle of the cosmos

warm light
beaming through the shutters
it's morning
and we've sinned
again