I swear down, Pierre was the inspiration
For one of those artsy, suggestive perfume ads,
Harsh, moody and mysterious, then
Exposing my bumbling idiot routine
That would implode on itself
A trillion zillion times in eternal loop
Every time he merely looked at me from under those
Calf lash weapons

One secret brush of his finger in the coffee queue
And I was wholly out of body, man, then
Floating slowly back down
From the blinding stratosphere
But never quite touching earth for the rest of the day.

But I couldn't allow myself this persecution,
Nor to be Adonis's dork
Could I?

Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-06-26 at 01:21

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"Adonis' dork" made me laugh! So true strong attractions for someone can make you gaga and make you lose a few IQ points. Your style is captivating, very enjoyable to read, thanks.