An Empty Glass Poem by RIC BASTASA

an empty glass on the table
we stare at each other tonight

and i theorize on its emptiness
is it fed up with water?
was it drunk the other night and
would not take any liquor?

we stare at each other tonight
my hands holding on my chest
i bite my lips with my teeth

something seeps inside my mouth
i hesitate to swallow it
there is still this fear about substance
something that is alienating

my heart is quenched of its fire
there is only the coldness
of tranquility

something to drink from an empty glass
something that caresses

i shall take it.