Abandoned in cup

tea cools on kitchen table

hot lovers elsewhere

microwave will reheat tea

when fiery passion is spent.

The sky is feathery

The ground is fluffy

The cloud cover is frosty

Looking is your eyes

Fireplace near

Sound of crackling

All I hear

The air is filled with the smell of cinnamon tea

And our high glee

It's tenth of December

There was an echo, I remember

"Everything's is beautiful distance"

That's a false witness

I discerned with your existence

I caught a glimpse of the ether in your eyes

As the azure sky's

Whether close or far

My tea's gone cold, the time's fled

But my heart gone warm instead

You are a coveted dark roast.

I do not need you to wake up,

but I do need to wake up to you;

no better reason to rise in the morning.

And one cup is never enough,

nor your presence just at dawn--

I savor you throughout the day,

my all-season, all-weather indulgence.

Where in grief, in joy, in stress, in calm

I crave you

on my lips, my tongue, my throat:

your warmth in my veins is ecstasy.

No matter how often I may taste you,

my heart always beats in eager anticipation

of the next sip. 

It's been three weeks or almost I bought Lipton mint tea.

It is included in my diet.

I want to loose some fat, my belly makes me feel uncomfortable in my clothes.

Excuse me, I'm going off topic.

I don't know how to call her, we have not yet found a name to our affiliation.

It's a thing-ship and this calling fits, for now at least.

My thing-friend came to visit and asked for a glass of tea.

For some unknown reason I made two glasses ( let me confess that I wasn't able to drink more than one sachet ever since it was bought. Coffee always had a better taste to me )

We sat on the couch and started drinking. The tea had a different taste surprisingly.

The feeling like I was forcing myself to drink flew away and the liquid had no problem going through my throat for the first time in many years.

I was contemplating her and all I thought was I would love drinking tea over and over again with her.

My glass finished as soon as it was made and another two glasses prepared by her soft hands were served.

"I love you" the words slipped out of my mouth and before I could add anything to it, she gave me the sweetest response.

Her beady eyes were saying "I love you too" and she had this you-make-me-feel-unique type of smile.

Words became insignificant at the moment. I kissed her on the jaw, mouth, nose.

All I wanted was to make her feel loved. Let her understand whenever she needs someone, she can run to me, I'll be there.

To me, that's what matters the most.

She is special, an infrequent type of woman with a beautiful soul.

Drink tea. It taste good and makes life easier. *Laughs*

-MediocreWords