It is the pain, it is the pain endures.
Your chemic beauty burned my muscles through.
Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.
What later purge from this deep toxin cures?
What kindness now could the old salve renew?
It is the pain, it is the pain endures.
[Refrain 2] Poise of my hands reminded me of your… 
 
 stare 
 deep beauty 
 beauty 
 heart 
 poison 
 poison draught 
 draught 
 
 Notice how the previous line  poisons  this line as the similar sounds are echoed–“poison” and “poise of.” 
 The proximity of  hands  and  draught  could suggest the  poise  to be pictured drinking a draft of a poisonous beverage (e.g., alcohol).
Villanelle It is the pain...