i was water well wasted
something you knew was good for you
but you never let it run down your throat
and tingle your spine as my coldness
and yours too
became tolerable
flowing like oceans in your stomach
so now
i lay in the cage of a glass
waiting for the colors in my mind to bleed out of my ears and down my neck
painting everything pink
turning everything sweet
as the canes of sugar brush over the rim
and you put me to your lips
