Hot Tea

The touch of
Your skin
Was like
Tea
Soft, sweet
Tingles covered
My nerves
The way the heat
Would swirl in
My mouth
– I really did
Love
Swirling you
Round
My mouth

But the memories
Are already
Fading
Only because
Most of them
Were dreams
I built
With the control
of an Architect
(I thought
You were supposed
to be one of those)

But I guess
it’ s okay to return
to steamy windows
made steamy
by old kettles
in the rain
stare out
at families
running
wondering if I’ ll
be part of one
again.

I’ll be quiet and
thoughtful
again.
Sweet
again –
While drinking
hot tea.

Eventually,
the rain won’ t
bring you
to mind
or
to
the memory
of my mouth

Hot
Tea

I miss the way
you speak to me
at night.

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