This Nectar

Immersed in lukewarm
Strawberry nectar waves
Of a cadenced eudaimonic
Voice rapt in superfluous
Cantabiles, pour fluctuating
Language in romantic surges,
Pulling heart strings suavely
In rapidly paced tremolos.
I sit agog in ardor,
Basking in sweet fragrances.
Tasting the sourness
As the brain
Slowly makes the realisation
This nectar is poisoned.