Beautiful thing

Beautiful thing,
it was filled to the brim;
its appearance arresting,
and its siren calls alluring.

I looked at it
every day,
but never had the heart
to sip at it.

And so the days went by.

Two weeks later now,
I still look at it,
and I still have
yet to sip at it.

It’s not that I
don’t have the heart to
- not anymore, at least -

now,
I just don’t
dare to anymore.