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