something fresh

his bottle cap twists off and on
without use of metal devices
and I wish you were that easy
but you'd don't progress with time
you are comfortable there
in your 16oz. glass bottled world
expecting; inviting everyone
to pry you open if they dare
I am feeling brazen
accepting your challenge
I bring your neck to my lips
and lick the condensation-
product of your frozen interior
but hesitate to drink of you
my hands grow cold and you slip
your exterior exploding
as you hit the concrete floor
and lay fragmented and defeated
going flatter day by day
as you watch me twist the cap off
and see my lips caress the rim
of your successor