The Goblet
It can be made from many things
Glass, Crystal, Plastic, or China
It is cool beneath my finger's touch.
Resting gently in my hand as the light
That shines through the cool glass in a
sparkling rainbow of brilliantly, bright,
colors. Filled with many rich fluids that
can excite the tongue. Wetting my dry
mouth with each sip I admire the
smoothness of the rim as it
touches my lips
Balanced
Perfectly
in my
hand.
I enjoy
the feel
of it's
weight-
lessness
as it
hovers
in the air
before I return
it to my lips for another
sip. Now empty I place it on
the richly painted oak wood table.
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