A Glass of Whine

O the glasses know it all
the make and marque
of lousy lipsticks,
bleached mustaches
and all the variety of lies,
the glamorous glances,
august smiles,
of crafty fingers
sweating tongues and palms

the glasses know
the bearable urges
gulped between
deluxe sips of wine.

Beware when they clatter
secrets among themselves.