On a still life


The snow has receded since last I remember

Holding your lips to mine

Tipping you back and

Filling with your sweet taste

So bubbly and joyous


But left alone you have become sticky

Dust and mold and grime

The children of neglect

Lurk in the residue of that joy

You bring me disease


Under the flowing water

I will sponge you over

You will be just like new

Clear, shiny and clean

I will fill you up


And I will drink from you again



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