The Way You Hold That Glass

There are things that when freed, burst
As proclaimed as saffron arches of champagne
While others
Retain secrecy in vapor
Crimson aromas of
Held glass tulips
That the distinguished detect

Secrets
Pertain to the darkroom of ponder
Where they may be dipped in liquid solutions
From pocket to the waters slipped
And hung from a drying wire of hope
Where red lights of secluded passion
May serve intimate revelation

Revelation
of constant capitalization
Whose care is true onto itself

Revelation
of polyphony of perceptions
Turned tuned and tweaked
To hum harmoniously

Tender lost look whose reason
A photo frame does supplement
Tender lost look whose treason
Teems beyond conscious concealment

How often should one pierce with spear of light?
What favors provide the rain and night?
How hard does a hidden heart pump?
How damaging is a ceaseless thump?

You, nocturnal carnation
Shall be revealed your lunar markings
But, in the meantime,
Raise your glass to our
Sophistication