Iridescent Wanderings

Mon, 12/30/2013 - 15:56 -- adr4644


I steal a sip form the encasement

and the chill slides down my throat.

I realize my lips have retained some moisture

freezing them, until I lick them

because my spit is warmer than the chilled water.

The ice cubes are puffy, airy clouds.

The warming water has warped them.

The condensation is my finger prints,

perfeclty intact along the barrier that sheaths my H2O.

I am stumped while trying to describe

this foggy glass of water.

I repeat the cycle.

What is this?

A puffy, airy cloud?

I put it out of its misery with one molar.



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