On a collector Christian Lacroix etched glass Evian bottle
He grazed his finger pads along the
Winter garland festivities,
Themselves a collection of overlapping snowflakes.
A charlatan admiration of the design
So he could inspect the flat, clear, non-descript water.
As he wondered what it could taste like
He convinced himself parched.
A rush from nervous response, he pinched the cap
Edges of bent metal sent a pleasurable discomfort and
He held the bottle firm and pinched the cap harder.
A flick of the wrist, and it was off.
The bottle gasped and let out a breath of carbonation
Tiny bubbles inside began their dance.
He took a few quick sips to satisfy his curiosity,
Set the cap back on top, impossible to reseal.