Clear glass

In my clear glass,
Iced crushed cubes,
Clear too,
Cut crisp lines
Into clear liquid.
Frosted threat
Of condensation
Interrupted as
Rivulets run
Cold clarity
Thinly through.
Watery transparency,
Struggling
To sate its vessel.

You, dairy richness,
Abundantly fill
Your clear glass.
Generously coat
Its surface
Thick
With the lustre of your
Sustaining
Stubborn
Stayingness.
Unapologetic
Full-fat
Nourishment.
Creamy vitality
I refuse to dilute.

[19/04/19]

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