Amongst other things, I also write poetry...this is the first in many moons. Red Forbidden Wine.

When desire is red forbidden wine...
Where unbeknown joys and pleasures may await,
Spirit, Freedom, Youth and Rights, locked in an endless circle
Black mould wraps logic...
consumes warmth
But locked, locked away in a square, locked away in a box.
Closed. Shut. Prisoner of thy own bed.
Prisoner in thy own head..
Never to fly...
Withers...dies

Be bold..be brave .. be fearless
Key to lock honesty
Endless guesses exhausting, mind numbing
Circles confusing...circles excruciating
Closed. Shut. Prisoner of aimless provocation
Prisoner in thy own head.
Never to fly
Withers...dies
But rescue is wine
Deep, red, velvet...smooth, soft gentle roll wine.
Withers...dies.