Temptation Is Red

Thy ruby richness beckons me
within the crystal waiting there.
My hand reaches, seeking,
what?
Oblivion?
Is this the culmination
of my hopes and dreams?
I falter.
Pull my hand away.
Nay.
The answer does not lie
within thy deep lure.
Turning my back at last
I realise what has been clear all along.
Thy crutch is as a mist,
gauzy and unreal.
Reality calls
and in its grip I am strong.
My sense of self renewed.
Red wine. Thou can away.