my grandmother
used to stand over an open flame
every cold morning.
she would fan the fire
allowing it to breath.
then she would boil the water
for the cinnamon tea.
this ritual was for
all the men in her life.
just so they could awaken
to the smell of spice and
ignited flesh.
at least she kept warm.
strong men like to drink cinnamon tea.
they like to mix their coffee into it
every morning.
it's a beverage with double the damage.
they also enjoy dipping their tongue
in the boiling drink
so they can
sample the taste
of a woman’s burning.
my grandmother
still makes her
te de canela
every morning.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
my grandmother
used to stand over an open flame
every cold morning.
she would fan the fire
allowing it to breath.
then she would boil the water
for the cinnamon tea.
this ritual was for
all the men in her life.
just so they could awaken
to the smell of spice and
ignited flesh.
at least she kept warm.
strong men like to drink cinnamon tea.
they like to mix their coffee into it
every morning.
it's a beverage with double the damage.
they also enjoy dipping their tongue
in the boiling drink
so they can
sample the taste
of a woman’s burning.
my grandmother
still makes her
te de canela
every morning.
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