An Oldie But Goodie

You are like a bottle, useful and delicious, what you hold, you rarely share it. You leave drops on my pallet. You come in the spring, tracing steps around the same horse, while I ride up and on, further away. You keep tiptoeing through and I see you when each new song begins. Your in the eyes of a man on the subway. Your in the laugh lines around his face, hes holding you there for me to see. Once I was close enough to see past your iris, past the heat and over the engine block that crumpled with the weight of fear. I can not remember how it happened. I only remember the rush of sparks as your mouth moved with mine, the moon and how bright it was. How shocking the night.