each morsel coats the tongue.
smooth, but dark
sugar dancing over
a bitter countenance
juxtaposed against long sips
of cooling steeped mint leaves
washing past the sharp lingering aftertaste.
wet, warm, wanting so much
more than is offered.
dreams; visions; glimmers of hope;
cherished seconds of happiness
from the forefront of a tired mind,
acidic, degrading remnants
left behind lonely lips, rotting,
assault the enamel armor of my teeth.