Pink Lemonade

Bitter Sweet
Liquid duality
Confuses the tongue
Cools the body
Refreshes the mind

Quenches but doesn’t
Leave you wanting more
Languishes on the tongue
The lips, the nose

I am pink lemonade
Both sweet and not so sweet

I quench I cool I linger
I leave you wanting more
A surprise a rare treat
Guzzle while you’re able

Now too tart, pushed aside
My sting crunches up your face
Walk away, but you’ll return
The memory of the sweet outlasts
The pain of the bitter.