Glassful

Pouring it, laying it thick!

If I could
Sneak by pouring
My soul
Into a glass
And have you
Drink from it
Only then
Would  you
Be able to peek
At the steepness
That lies with-in
Me and my heart

Of loves
Ebb And Flow
Of how
Deeply rooted
My devotion
To you goes

If I could pour
My soul in a glass
That's see through
And made
With class
Would you want
To Critique
And pick apart
The many sleek
Contrasts of me
That speak about
My love for you
Or would you
Simply pass up
A drink from
My own swell,
  My glass
And spill it
about, Out into
Many mean streaks
That will surely break
  My heart and I
Into neat little pieces
Onto and all over
The cold, damp wet grass

Or, You could
Maybe get gracefully
And rapidly intoxicated
From the deepness
Of my Loves
Ebb and Flow
But for only you
Because I am willing
To pour my soul
Completely out
With the likes of
Myself,and with-out
Any shreds of doubt

Leaving all its

Contrast
To and only for you
Into a never ending
Yet never full
Glass of classic love
For you to drink
And do it so well
From the always true
Forever genuine heart
Of A Lover and it's swell!

Author's Note

what do you think

Reviews

[Ruth]

Oh wow! This is a sensational piece..conveying such balance and heartfelt passion..unique metaphor and beautiful wording..I am blessed to have read this today..it is intoxicating!
xx

[AnnaMariaQQss]

Thank you so very Daytonnight.

[Daytonight]

This is absolutely beautiful. I love the place you took your title. Very well done. Keep on penning.