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 myself
against my sexual gourmandism.
And falling at his feet, she confesses,
Observe a woman depraved.
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