Bottled Life

Bubble, ripple,

Shimmer, shiver,

Balance, form,

Stillness.

Under the seams,

Under the skin,

Boiling rage and lust

And frustration.

Distempered by motion,

The motion in the eyes

To form a glance,

A glare,

A smile.

Grazing flesh,

Glowing, soft flesh,

So youthful and longing

And hopeful and fearful.

Ready to taste and touch,

Sensation of anticipation

Of something made lovely

In the heat.

Deep inside,

Deeper than blood,

Holding truth and honor

Using love and hate,

But never,

Never lies. Except

To keep the peace.

Done in vain,

For naught, or

Too much.

Do not sit.

Stagnation holds no one.

No part or thought,

No passion or purity

Sits.

Stand, but not still.

Bubble, ripple,

Shimmer, shiver,

Balance, form,

But not stillness.

It all goes away

Too quickly to sit,

To let sit,

To forget.

Even water has an expiration date.