poetry

Momentarily

the glasses watch me

Tonight

they have no eyes

solid structure to sink

your gaze into.

 

I feel their breath

sometimes

from the bottom

of the glass.

the last sip

will be

what you miss

 

the nose

of the candle

peeks at

me

it watches my hand

lips, and

quiet structure

 

listen.

 

 

 

PhilosopherPoet

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