When one just learned
how to make a real good Mojito
one experiences bliss
in small sips and discovers
godlike feelings of elation.
In that moment becoming
in small portions a spiritual hostage
overdosing on Paradise.
My own craving fills me with horror,
says Phaedra to Hippolitus
adding in self-prophecy,
I turn against myself
to safeguard my self against
my sexual gourmandism.
Falling at his feet,
she confesses,
Observe a woman depraved
in the darkest of sinister love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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