Juice

I want you to crave me like juice

Like good, comfortable, icebox juice
drunk straight from the jug
on a hot, youthful, tree-climbin' afternoon

Like elegant, extravagant, luxurious juice
squeezed from voluptuous oranges
on a breath-takingly beautiful, bird-singing, break of day

Like sweet, cool, salvation juice
soothing your dirt road of a throat
on a mean, dry, hung-over mouth morning

I want you to crave me like juice

Juice in tall tumblers
Juice the color of padparadscha sapphires
Juice as fresh and new as childhood

The juice that nourishes you all the rest of your days.

I want you to crave me like juice.

(copyright Charselle 2008)

This is my favorite poem and also the first poem I wrote as a full-blown adult (a bunch of hot air! LOL) ...this was not a poem I planned to write... it just came pouring out of me like 'Juice'....I had not sat down to write poetry since my late teens-early twenties...
The morning I wrote "Juice" I was in a depressed state, (unknown to me at the time) I was going into a breakup...that morning I had one of those extreme headaches, with the accompaning cotton-mouth, that only come from extreme alcohol poisening...I was gently walking me and my aching brain across the kitchen floor, imagining the bottle of juice I was going to pull out of the refrigerator...when this poem started pouring out of my brain so fast I literally sat down on the floor and wrote it on a paper bag...I love it ...once I figure out how I will upload an audio file of my reading it either here or on my website