My Favorite Cup

Granted, I have quite a drinking problem

But it’s eccentric, marginalized, strange;

As surely as red leaves fall in autumn

When I’m thirsty, I want you in close range

I am a hemoglobin connoisseur

I need the red, but not all reds will do;

Urgency can make differences blur

When I can choose, darling, I will choose you

It’s not the pace of clotting, or the type

Your cholesterol is less than ideal

They say the smoke is altered by the pipe

Through you, my beverage flows raw and real

Some parasites fall in love with their hosts

From you, favorite cup, I’ll drink sweet toasts