I really loved Mighty Mango Naked Juice
At the start, my tongue was always throbbing for its tropical texture
Soothing me slowly just how I liked it
A cool wash that slithered down my body, a sensual avalanche that
Sunk into my stomach an alluring sensation that enticed me back
To the fridge, again and again.
But now the cool wash is growing familiar and
Stale. Leaving just the flavor that both bores and annoys me, every night
It'll lay next to me half finished
In a cup on my nightstand, my back turned to it so it can't see me wishing
That I'd taken my time, chosen a juice that hadn't excited my eyes
Now the jug just sees me on our brief morning meetings
Where I'll rush to grab my lunch for work and have to realize
It's still there living with me and rotting away. Becoming less
And less desirable.