Pour me
like a drink
from a glass,
I want you to hold me
delicately,
in case I crack.
I want you to tilt me
to your mouth
and feel the
excited fizzle
as I leave my
glass chamber.
I want to feel the gloss
of your lips,
the tingle
of a sweet kiss.
I want my bubbles
to sit in a loving throne
upon your tongue.
Fizzing as you
swallow them down
a sip at a time.
Place me down
next to your own glass.
I want our bases to connect,
to always be close, to protect.
To collect out thoughts
and allow them
time to speak in
each other's dialect.
And when you hold me.
Hold me tight.
Let me know
I am not about to fall,
not about to take flight.
Speak delicate to the air
for she holds us both there
in our little bubble
floating through
the atmosphere.
I want to feel the clink
of our two shells
as we toast the days
we have still to tell.
I want to make
the most of those days,
and I want you to know
me so well that you can
always tell if I’m feeling happy
or if I’m feeling unwell.
So, pour me
like the emotions within.
I want to be the tears
that stream when you are hurting,
I want to be the pain you feel
I want to learn how to unburden
your days, so that
the tears only come
when smiles form,
and the most painful
thing is the laughter
building from within.
Pour me like a drink.
I want to soothe your lips
I want to be the sweetest kiss
you ever tasted.
A dessert in a single touch.
I want you to know
that I’m always there
when you need a crutch.
When the day is dark
and you don’t
feel you are enough.
I want you
to know that
you are loved.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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