My Kind of Lemonade

Yes, it’s sourly sweet
My fizz of a flashlight
Inside, engorged liver
A phenomenal height,
Of confidence,
Conflicted, of confidentiality.

Smooth the friendships
Bound by raging liquor
Caress the hair of booze
It’s effect, just a flicker,
Once consumed,
Concentrated callous.

No, it does not rape me
Yet steals my sanity
The pages would be blank
If I, were a book of humanity
They’ll calculate
A carnage context.

And I, with dirty eyes
Will sneak a peak at displeasure
For I was a virgin of wild
Until this newly found leisure,
Became ‘cool’
(A cowardly fool).

He will grasp my hand,
Forgiveness on his lips
My dinner on the dirt,
One “lemonade trip”
I deeply regret,
I can’t speak the sorrow.