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