My 90s Playboy

You know what they say about addicts.

Ecstasy-

My drug of choice.

You hand me a bag,

But I’ll only take the blue pills.

As if some curse-

your hypnotizing witchcraft,

prevents me from total satisfaction.

I’m aware of the side effects,

But I’ve locked onto you anyway,

Pulsating with affection.

The wind blows,

And you pull me back two decades-

Back to when rock stars looked like lumberjacks,

And ladies wore chokers, slip dresses, and velvet.

Does this all ever feel euphoric?

I begin to lapse, but you tranquilize me-

Your gray eyes latch onto mine-

Another blue pill swallowed.

And in amusement you ask,

“Are you high yet?"

I pull us back, two decades ahead-

And for the first time ever I kiss you and I mean it-

I think I..

But nothing is forever.

You pull away,

Head hanging,

And wipe your lip.

The past will always be your Utopia.

Author's Note

To my audience: NEVER fall in love with an addict!