I like to sip something warm
when in anguish
a moisturizer for my harsh thoughts
to take the edges off
my sharp emotions...
Something warm
to cool me down
Something fluid
to liquify
my speculations...
I like to sip tea.
And let the taste linger
over my tattered spirit
for a while
as it renders it whole
and gathers
all the wandering thoughts
bring them together,
and make them warm...
I like to sip tea.
To soothe my tired heart
to help my mind unwind
like an aimless spool of thread
roll slowly away from its core...
