Help me understand
the simple complexities
that keep you happy.

What is
the
anthropomorphic
personification of
your
artistic soul?
Immerse
me
in the
gently
flowing ocean
of your secret
epithet.

Just spill the ink.
Let it flow
from the active,
encapsulated, gray matter
behind your eyes,
from the bottom of your lips
tracing down
into your fingertips
and through your pen
and begin to think,
write, and form
your thoughts.
These meaningful
indubitable
expressions
are yours
to keep,
to perform,
to release,
in the way you feel
is true and real.
Find a way
to express your thought
and release your
mind
to create
sublime.

I sit,
watching,
mesmerized by
your delicate hands,
meticulously brushing,
left,
right,
up,
down,
to create
a likeness of the
picturesque visualization
you have of the word "mug,"
abjectly imprinted
in the wrinkles of your brain,
exuding our camaraderie
over a cup of tea.
You are my cup of tea.

Everything I have
experienced until now
has affected me.