Day 1 of 7: Beaker Cup

Short poems, theme of Love and Selfcare.

Photo by Preston Goff on Unsplash

Starting…

There is a beaker cup,
With a measurement scale.
Then the wine pours to 99%, clop sound.
From the invisible, do you want more?
What would I be doing, if I don’t get more.
So, rather than a clop. It was an outpouring.
Went from a beaker, to a spring 0 to 100.
No more land, spring to lake.
Lake to Ocean.
No more land still.
Pouring me, 
till when the earth starts to 
drop wine from its single eye.