Questo Amore!

I am made of glass.
I speak with reflection
I walk with care
I do not dare break
Into a billion little pieces.

I am made of crass metal sheen.
I listen with inane attention
To every word you throw away
I do not dare solute
Into a million little pieces.

I am made of apples and cinnamon
I taste like jam; like spices
This pull of gravity weighs me
towards roots
I do not dare fall
And break into a thousand little pieces.

I am made of salt
I act with deliberate gestures of
coarseness
This bitterness is only a
fleeting flaw
I do not dare dissolve
And break into a hundred little pieces.

I am made of water
I am only as fickle as my
thoughts
This wave of emotion will subside
I do not dare burst
Into a ten little pieces.

I am made of Earth
This clay porcelain came of heat
and combustion
This anger is the only source of
my heartbeat
I do not dare melt
Into one little piece.

That is you.

That is clear. Opaque. But. Clear.