Cosmic Cocktails

Let me have just a brief squeeze.
I’ll be gone soon,
In the evening’s breeze.
Just a few drops
Of your lemon white juice
To sizzle on my skin.
As tasty as a French kiss
Or a pomegranate gin.

Linking this to the W3 prompt on The Skeptic’s Kaddish in response to Punam’s poem and direction to write a poem about the moon from the sun’s perspective or vice versa (