At Dawn

The glass sits undisturbed,
Filled to the brim with beer.
Trapped,
Like an auburn soul inside its cage
Yet still as the deepest lake
At dawn.

Gazing into its liquid heart,
Its interior on fire,
Like the deepest hell,
I recall a time when I laid
With my love.
Her hair, tawny, resting
On my stomach, while we embraced,
Ignoring the lake at our feet.

The color of her mane
Was fierce and tempting.
Her locks flowed down my body,
Like a river
Made of the same amber liquid
That is now in front of me.

There’s nothing I won’t do
For one more dawn
With the one who reminds me
Of love.