h.oney

Wine Glasses

Those glimpses make you

Shape, shift, snap you into you.  

I'd like to say they are familiar to me   

But they are just warm to the touch.  

Those beautiful pieces of jigsaw that  

Have fitted you together  

So lovingly placed.   

You were always a man. But   

You have always been an iceberg   

And I have just sailed the Titanic.   

I'd say my love for you was the horizon.  

It never ends.   

But I am a woman of science, I live by logic  

You are the most illogical theory   

I cannot crack.   

The limit of my love always seems met,  

Yet each day I catch a glimpse,   

And that little infinity grows longer.

Comments2

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Dent Moses

    I got chillls, they're multiplyin

    • h.oney

      haha, and im losing control



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