My world is water
in a glass
my heart the meniscus
surface of all experience

Your fingers rest on the lip
I kiss them
as my world washes
in micro-tidal waves

And the shock has passed
and the glass is still
and the waves subside
and my kiss diminishes

Each rebound rises
a little less
before the fall
into loneliness

I can see the end
and know
we will die
I only wave