Just My Poems

#67 HFK 2

Manuka floods the lands
Sweetens our lives
Makes us drunk

Red, red, red
Covering our eyes
We just plunge

Confined in a cube
10×10×10
Our eutopia

Knock me senseless
Blood can drip
My euphoria

Lingering bitterness
Can't be covered
By the sugar I indulge in

Mouldy and turned sour
Shakes me inside out
The drip welcomes me yet again