Glass Lover

Cold glass against my palm Fingers embracing memories Curled in anticipation Grasping what you hold inside Amber liquid glistening under a bare bulb of secrecy I listen for intruders who will take you away from me Unwarranted fears wrapped in phony concerns Hidden behind their smiling faces Whispering words disguised as encouragement They don’t know you I lift your mouth to my lips Your bitter-sweet aroma invades my nostrils A relic of nights holding a glass lover against my pulsating heart Abandoned by all others, you never forsook me I have longed for your taste Your warmth violates every nerve Until the room spins like Dorothy’s Exodus I fall upon the land of dreams of white nothingness Blacked out again Until we meet again Under the bare bulb of secrecy