Brain sweltering, heat melting me,

a tornado following me incessantly,

tearing at my seams, all as I’m drowning,

OH! So parched, and I slip my fingertips

to wrap into the thick grooves of clay,

addiction carved out waves,

mind dancing with a dream,

reality lost (my SELF almost not caring),

tongue extended, longing,

dry-salivating for a drop to come down,

so I tip – tip – tip – TIP…Til

the rim sits just above my open mouth,

tongue out suspended,

wiggling with such want

I realize (shaking a hand full of empty)

syrup stuck to the bottom of the cup

There, your eyes peering through at me,

tempting my taste buds to bloom

my opening wide, warm inside.