A Glass

A glass. Hollow, clear, innocent. A glass. Cool water dripping, drowning, devouring. A glass. An ocean flowing, raging, white capped fury, Overloading me with the fear Of dying, crying, sighing Into a shoulder, of a bolder, colder, older Lover who cares, shares, bares his soul to Me. The one, the only for him. A glass. I see through him like an ordinary glass of water He is anything but. He is exotic, erotic, platonic, A nuclear explosion of flavour A cool sip of a tall drink. A glass. He is the glass man, he stands above and beyond Everyone. A new sensation, He chills, stills, and drills me to the point Of no return, I burn, churn, yearn for his touch. A glass. He smells of warmth, safety, a haven To make me brave. Signature, a stifling sandalwood, peppermint, A hint of disappointment. A glass is not what I see, A glass is not what I want, That’s why a glass is… Everything you are not. A glass. Transparence, need, emotion, Foreign to him, another language As it seems. He is transparent, like trying to see through metal, Impossible, yet I do. I see you behind your wall A glass.