Mesmerized

Mesmerized

Many years ago –
when I was young
and ever-spry,

My hairline then
was less receded,
and my stomach tight…

but, I digress;
Where was I?
Oh yes!

I sat and quaffed
a whiskey in a pub
alone one night.

After more than
one or two, it’s true:
my spirit was alight.

And humor too,
it seemed;
I felt courageous
and alive.

And so, I hoped
that happenstance
would take its place
upon my side,

and I decided
to be social –
or at least,
give it a try…

Now, feeling drunk
but hardly daring
I thought it wise
to start by staring
inconspicuously
‘round the room
(if only just to
pass some time…)

Perhaps this tactic
would provide me with
the perfect moment

when I would
make a move, if only
I could get the nerve
to strike.

So gaze I did,
and just as well;
for, there was
little chance

I’d quell the urge
to stay there safely
on my own
and fantasize.

And just as I’d
all but resigned,
I caught a
fleeting glimpse

that I would swear
to this day
could’ve been
an angel drifting by.

Says I,
“Lo, what
marvelous thing
is this?

Hath my imagination
gone and run
wildly amiss?”

Dubious, I admit;
I aspire to see
things clearly

“Doth mine eyes
deceive me, merely
to invoke this dithering fit?”

Or something like that…

And now,
thoroughly amazed,
I sit and recount
the drinks I’ve sipped…

For, surely that
would explain it –
this illusion of a myth!
Let’s see…

There’s the whiskey (thrice I filled)
the tequila (that I spilled)
and one mystery concoction
(I don’t think the barkeep billed)…

And still,
she sits there
smiling –
like some bold,
flirtatious siren –

while I, awkward
as a deer gaping
at a blinding light
sit shyly –
grinning.

And it was then I felt
my head start spinning;
still in utter disbelief
the fates had so aligned.

At first, methought
it was her smile
that petrified me
there for a while;

hypnotized
by her allure,
I tried to pinpoint
my demise…

But in the end,
I’m sure it was
her gorgeous
gazing eyes

that left me
reeling, feeling silly
and completely
mesmerized.

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About John Chronikal

John Chronikal is a blogger, storyteller, poet, artist, composer, and songwriter. He loves to drink bourbon and write things that make his poor grandmother cringe. He is a gigantic man –– his bear hugs can crush bones –– but he is a gentle giant. Give him bourbon and chocolate and he will be your bestest friend forever. View all posts by John Chronikal

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