Glass Bottomed Dollars

You are glass bottomed dollars

filling up my barren jar

filling it up like water

like nothing's there

empty words I throw out at you

like false promises

we make to one another

as we try to see each other

in ourselves

like a mirror

we touch fingertips

we speak before introductions

we linger on photographs

my ears are ringing

from a voice I have yet to hear

a voice that could be

one of many

if only I could let myself imagine

What could be...

but I won't

You are glass bottomed dollars

paying for empty feelings

paying in bits and pieces

this ridiculous anticipation

as I hang on the moments

between each intimation

into your true objective

as if I could glean it off

of a single

L . O . L .

Can we just skip ahead

to the pearls falling

out of my mouth

to the kiss that turns me into a prince

to the last page

where I am rescued

and you are endless

glass bottomed dollars

payment in full

crystal clear in my eyes

and weightless