Beer bottle-glass clinks and you’re tipsy
and sultry
and sauntering;
and I’m filled with desire
and bubbles
and happiness.
Bar lights flashing through the glass
paint the wall with a spinning kaleidoscope
as I cup the bottle in tilting hands.
I think of fish swimming, of bubbles shooting
from their lips, of your lips, of bubbles shooting
in, swimming.
You only kiss me here,
with glass and colors and bubbles.
Oh, but we are clumsy.
The kaleidoscope on the wall
slides away as the bottles crack;
they fall again and again and enough
to shatter.
The colors are missing, the bubbles
are breaking,
we are too.
You are a glass bottle.
You have fallen
enough.
-Rory Finnegan
and sultry
and sauntering;
and I’m filled with desire
and bubbles
and happiness.
Bar lights flashing through the glass
paint the wall with a spinning kaleidoscope
as I cup the bottle in tilting hands.
I think of fish swimming, of bubbles shooting
from their lips, of your lips, of bubbles shooting
in, swimming.
You only kiss me here,
with glass and colors and bubbles.
Oh, but we are clumsy.
The kaleidoscope on the wall
slides away as the bottles crack;
they fall again and again and enough
to shatter.
The colors are missing, the bubbles
are breaking,
we are too.
You are a glass bottle.
You have fallen
enough.
-Rory Finnegan