04-07-2012, 12:19 PM
Second pots of tea
sit heavier than first
in cups so porcelain, the handles
try to break,
untouched. We ran out of news
as water boiled, now
the taste won't leave.
A bitter leaf
has found my tongue
and shed a seed,
swelling without
a drop of sun to grow.
sit heavier than first
in cups so porcelain, the handles
try to break,
untouched. We ran out of news
as water boiled, now
the taste won't leave.
A bitter leaf
has found my tongue
and shed a seed,
swelling without
a drop of sun to grow.
Written only for you to consider.