Diet Coke, I cannot quit you. Merely holding your cool aluminum vessel sends my mind into a state of sheer elation. I know your light, bubbly goodness lies in wait as I slowly, eagerly pull back your flimsy tab. I pause and brace myself for our encounter after your mouth has opened and I deliberately carry you to mine. Your artificially sweet, cold wetness first touches my lips, then tongue, then floods past my beating heart to finally collect in a pool of love in my belly. As I drink more and more of you, my heart literally beats faster. I never fear that I will become tired of you, as you come in six exciting flavors--all a beautiful testimony to your relevant and dynamic nature.
August 26, 2009
Ode to Diet Coke
Diet Coke, I cannot quit you. Merely holding your cool aluminum vessel sends my mind into a state of sheer elation. I know your light, bubbly goodness lies in wait as I slowly, eagerly pull back your flimsy tab. I pause and brace myself for our encounter after your mouth has opened and I deliberately carry you to mine. Your artificially sweet, cold wetness first touches my lips, then tongue, then floods past my beating heart to finally collect in a pool of love in my belly. As I drink more and more of you, my heart literally beats faster. I never fear that I will become tired of you, as you come in six exciting flavors--all a beautiful testimony to your relevant and dynamic nature.
