Sipping on green tea
My lips blaze like fire
Your hands trace circles
On my thigh
It’s magic
It’s mystery

Kindness is rare
In situations like these.
Threaded through smiles
And small words.

Sipping on green tea
Fingers entwined
Like roots of a tree
I want to stop time
In this moment
Of magic
Of mystery

Seated by a fire
Holding hands
Holding
Tea cups made of china
Fragile as my heart

Misery seeps through
Cracks in the walls
But we cover it
With clouds of laughter.

Sipping on green tea
Feelings left
Discarded on the floor
This moment so pure
It’s magic
It’s mystery