Enebreation

With the graceful touch of hands across the bar,
I saw my soul lit up in your eyes,
glistening through the glass you were looking through so far.

You fragmented me through the vision of an etched glass of enebreation,
yet I hoped that what you saw was a vision of love and celebration.

For my soul can be dark, yet my soul can be light,
and when I see you, my soul takes flight,
to the realms of where love is no burden,
where the breath of life is pleasant and light.

I am your fragment in your glass of enebreation
...please let me be your heady wine of love and celebration,
your very breath, the breath of life's celebration and confirmation of joyous intoxication;
its intoxication of the joy of love,
with no encumbrance or stifled expression.