-carbonated-

Cold, silver, aluminum touch my lips
Leaving a brief, inverse burn on skin,
Everything it touches becomes bright white.
I finger the skin, soft organic flesh:

Sappy love song about soda�-and I

The bubbles overflow the thin, wet rim
And slide in only to die on a tongue
They are flavorful and contrast inside
For the temperature, more than nine-one;

Perfect breeding ground for bacteria

Pulling away while the taste slowly fades
I pondered my short-lived adultery
With Pepsi, when I was faithful to Coke.
But, tone matter-of-factly, no one knows

Not like they understand: fizzy-pop-lust.