A Spoonful Short of Ecstasy

There must’ve been something in

the water.

Cuz when I looked at you that night

I thought that maybe I

would falter in my sense of what was wrong

and what was right;

it was almost like

my karmic chemistry was altered, when

you laced the air with notes of Hennessy and

charismatic wonder, and

I couldn’t help myself—

I started sinking underneath the surface, I

took the bait and bit into the Eden’s fruit

you offered, and

you watched me there (with a)

popped collar **drinking**

Absolut;

looking dapper in your tailored,

slim-fit suit—

luminescent in the moonlight, you

were like a shark that waited for me in the murky water;

there must’ve been…

there must’ve been something in the water for

this witchcraft to ensue.

Oh,

rendezvous…

was that the first time that you’d

eyed your prey with such pursuit?

You did almost nothing to me, (yet you)

lured me in like this was destiny, and

deja vu.

And I…

I was such a fool—

I was high on something just

a spoonful short of ecstasy (and an)

aphrodisiacal glue—

thinking I could use

jiu-jitsu on your weaponry and not become

just another chickling in your henhouse,

in your coop.

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-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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Author's Note: As with many of the poems I've posted recently, I feel that this one may not be finished yet. I've gotten into the habit of labeling everything as "Part I" so that I can come back and add more at a later time. 🤗 (However, I may also make any subsequent parts exclusive to my poetry book...whenever I'm able to make that happen...hehe... 😅)

This poem is part of my "Ghosts of Relationships Past" series, where I reminisce about old love experiences of mine, gone bad. :) ❤️ Follow for more drama!

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This is Poem #8 of my personal "Poem-a-Day" challenge. ☺️ Can I keep it up? We shall see. 🫣 So far, I keep falling behind. 🫡 On a positive note, I'm still posting way more than I normally do!