Hankering
For zing
By slurping lemons
Which tingles the fingertips
Letting souls take their wings
So they can melt into chocolate
Their cups are filled with pure happiness
And slowly sip the contents through their straws
Relishing in the warmth that shoots through the spine
And when the feeling vanishes they itch for another taste
That sends their aching heart to the moon
Where it begins to fly on its surface
Then making lazy circles in the dust
As they float in the air
Collecting stars as they go
Placing them in pockets
To have when
They finally
Zing
