Poem: Vials.

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I want you in all your form—

Viscous and clear as venom;

A vial—

A hollow carrier, something that’s nothing but the shape

Of that which encompasses it;

If love does have a shape—

If bliss does have a density, that is.

Like a fishing line—a tercet

Your beginning, your middle, your ending:

The hook—

You’re interesting all the way through.

Between the smoothness of flared curves

And the bulbed contour of your form

Is a metaphor I only escape through cliché.

Perhaps I should break the vial

Consume you as is—

Swallow the broken shards—

‘Cause there’s no way I can have you

Without first hurting myself.

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