PANE

When I am with you, I am glass, trapped in the vapor between solid and liquid.

Whisper to me and I transform from bottle to bowl.

Touch me and my transparency shatters.

I am your amorphous solid, defying science, dependent on love.

When I am with you, I am glass, an altered state of being…when I am with you.

Copyright 2010

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