Blisspoint
The chemists know it:
a curve on the graph
where sugar sings loudest,
before the tongue grows numb.
The marketers know it:
a dial tuned to craving,
not too much, never too little,
just enough to keep you
coming back for more.
And we know it too—
that moment
before laughter becomes hysteria,
before love curdles into need,
before the glass tips
from savour to stupor.
The blisspoint,
not paradise, but a razor’s edge:
a sweetness balanced
on the lip of ruin.
Step too far,
and the song turns shrill.
Hold steady, and for one breath,
you taste perfection—
then it vanishes,
as all true bliss must.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Yes balance that point where the fulcrum lies beneath. A step to the right or left and it teeters that playground toy of children. So applicable to all areas of life moderation seems the key. All things good in moderation they say. But here in your poem it seems that there is a seductive element to it as well. Nicely written Cryptic and a fave
The seduction element in all aspects of daily living🕊️🙏🏻
Temptation to step beyond the boundaries of what is safe a thrill seekers world
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