A Glass of Wine - Lim Weijie

Teasing – sensual curves of the bowl –
crystalline clear with resplendent delight.
Moon beams innate, its cosmic glow
intoxicates the soul with its dainty sight.

Delicate, alluring and gentle -
its stem – a harbour for Fancy’s flight.
Holding the planetarium of melodious plot
where dark romance coalesce tonight.

Where will I be, where will I go?
the foot of the champagne flute standing bold.
stem, foot and bowl – its body –
plated with deadly, barbarous gold.

Ominous dollop of darken cumulus,
encroaches the soul of the delicate wine.
Amidst all the ballroom ruckus,
she drops the hemlock during that awkward time.

Oblivious, drowned by her glowing locks,
astral beings sigh with thoughts.
Handsome innocence, he becomes entranced,
unaware, his fate twisted sealed by that perennial
plant.

Darting glance, coquettish smile,
Nudged by her, he drinks the deadly concoction.
Bulging nerves, bloodshot eyes,
he is kissed by her in one swift motion.

Frantic, racing, his legs jolting,
confusion chokes him with its loving notions.
Savouring this kiss with eternal blessings,
she knows the wheel of death is in motion.

A kiss from the rose,
scars the lamb with its deadly thorns.
He gazes at her, a question posed,
life seeps out of him, its warmth torn.

Lying, stroking, gentle with his hair,
she whispers sweet nothings in his ear,
oblivious, confused, he was gripped by fear,
Why do this to me my sweet sweet dear?

As his soul slowly disappears,
She slips this message in his ear:
To Lethe you will, this lesson in towed;
That desire is a stranger you think you know.

Lim Weijie