The picture of you <br />Upon the wall is askew <br />And slanted <br />But I still love your face. <br /> <br />My life is fading dream <br />And dissipating fantasy, <br />But I still wonder <br />What it would be like <br />To kiss your lips. <br /> <br />I understand fragility: <br />I’m a glass of wine <br />Sitting precariously <br />At the edge of the table.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glass-of-wine-4/
