The Empty Cup

I empty myself    
     at your feet.  
The overflowing cup  
       Spilled across the tile floor.  
The tea pot broken,  
        And my tepid consciousness    
Drips off of the table,  
       And into the abyss.  
   
Drop by drop,  
        Myself flows away.  
My cup tipped by desire....  
   
Once I was full,    
      knowing it all.  
   
How else can I make room for love?