Spanish Fly

Photography credit: Artem Beliaikin

The wine collector
Said, “you’re in for a treat”
The liquid nectar
Tasted sickeningly sweet

Lust in a potion
I drank in his charm
With trust and devotion 
Fell into his arms

To his will, I succumb
Mind, body and soul
Or become fully numb
And be swallowed whole

Like a little fly
Swimming in my glass
I swallowed his lies
Brazen as brass

One taste on the lips
There’s no going back
Full body eclipse
I faded to black