Love Through Glass Light

To_Murse
Intimately Intricate
Dec 6, 2020
Photo by Ross Sneddon on Unsplash

I knew you
Like love through glass light,
Trapped between film.

My eye falls
On empty containers…
Love blown into bottles
Drink up - it’s Time!

We intimated through poisons:
Mine from a pint glass,
Yours was red.
Those bars are now shut
And our tabs are now paid
There are no debts,
But memories…
Of a brief connection -
Lip-marks on glass.

I knew you
Like love through glass light,
As fleeting as foam.

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To_Murse
Intimately Intricate

France-based nurse-teacher-writer. Find me on Twitter @TomLennard