The Common Cold

Have you ever mixed whiskey and tea?
A concoction that trickles fire pleasantly through you.
An attempt to melt the coldness with which you see.

Have you ever glazed honey over lemons?
a friendship that seduces and prickles your insides.
An attempt to reach equilibrium in vein, it weins.

So you burn in tranquility and wait.
Look for and hide from the exciting game,

Turn to and abandon each laugh desperately, then come back to it again

Because whiskey and tea never caused a man pain, because after each enticing fire, always came the indulgent rain.