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.