lips that touch, the ground of a cup
that tastes that nods on
a wonder that was never
there before
like a solitude, of desires
takes the bitter
or the better
that ends, with a look that
sees no one
in the closeness of the
dawn, the hop that gallops
makes one refresh
perhaps a little pop
of what is life
in a burden, have a little
puff
Antonio Liao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cup-of-wine/
