The Forgotten Side of the Moon

Favorite Drink

I indulge the salty, cold liquid without hesitation as my plump, red lips softly cushion against the rim of the wine glass

I gasp as I feel it going down my throat, quickly quenching my burning insides

Delightfulness takes over me on cue I place the glass on my lap

My ears tingle from the pleasing sound of my crimson nails tapping on the glass

Soon, it quite feels the opposite to me

The saltiness has somehow turned sweet

There's no denying it now

Oh baby, your teardrops are my favorite drink