Reminiscence

It was sweet
each draw was long and smooth
at once its thick laziness would
cascade like a waterfall
even as it rushed, you gulped
for more.

At once you would find yourself
growing tired of the taste
until another sip recalled
the memories of what first
made it sweet.

It was bitter
it stung your tongue and still
you drank for the savor
that was better than a cup of sweetness
to know you could drink the bitter
and prevail.