By Riggs
Date: 9 August 1999

The Observer

To shy to make contact.
Distance, seperation.
Adoring, a fragile vase
Granted with every physical perfection
Afraid to break it open.
Fear of destroying the outer perception 
with what floats inside.
Till dissatisfaction overcame me.
Smashing it open,
discovering
inside was a sweet tonic.
More captivating and overwhelming
than the unsurpassable beaty of the shell.
In which I would have been perfectly willing
to drown.