Mal'trition

O the sweet smell of a bitter taste!
What honey glazed the nostrils
has wrenched a hole in the stomach.
Outpours all feigned illusions
in perfumed spittle the bleed bliss.
Once ingested this intrinsic virus
mutilates eyes, tongue, and soul.

Such flowers, though, that bring this bile.
Largest roses, drenched in color.
Cherry blossoms brimming with joy.
Lilies that wander into smiles.
Such promises must break a heart.
Not all such flowers are poison
but wisdom's gaze must learn the roots.

At each base there is a glorious desire!
Wanting and having are two sides of experience's coin.
'Tis flowers too quick offered
in microwave speed that renege.
These have broken bones through mal'trition,
severed not served, broken not built.
Beware the impulse that betrays.