On That Empty Glass

on that glass
empty as it is

do not fill it with
mere air

pour all that you
have
from sighs to
leaping joys

and wriggling pains
and screams

and creeping
anticipations

leave it under
the sun
and let it stay
under the moon and stars

in the middle of the
night
drink it with some pieces
of dreams

savor life
rub your body to another body
tell you what

you shall see a glimpse
of the face of God

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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