I stared at the cup,
In it I saw
Colourful bubbles of pleasure.
Lost in the beauty of the wine,
I hungered to dine.
Like sweetened labour
Without a flavour,
It savoured in my tongue.
Like liquid fire;
It looked like sapphire.
From the poles of Antarctica,
Sweet Poison from your horizon.
I'm glued to your Anthers.
The smell of your Nectar
Left me a stigma.
I'm faced with danger,
Battling hunger,
Yearning for more,
Piercing like a needle,
Your sting stinks.
Can I fight my way off this cliff?
It seems stiff,
My foot Ache's,
This flower taste's sour,
My journey to freedom is either now or never.
©Peter Harmlex
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