Dancing from "The Moon" smelling
So sweet
Escaping from the fragile stick
In the little brown box beside me
Lingering on my skin and in my hair
I take a deep breath

I am so calm

Rising up from the rim of my mug
A tea bag floating
The taste is warm on my lips
Curling around my face and nose
Bidding good morning
I take a deep breath

I am at ease

Quietly sneaking up and away
From the black wicks
Thieves of the air
Bright below them
Faces illuminated
Disappearing into nothing
Unnoticed
I take a deep breath

I am blissful

Mixing together their smells
With so much ease
So much grace
Running together
Forming unspoken alliances
Locked with chains made of air

Dancing and Rising and Sneaking
Above my head
Until they disappear all together
And I am alone
Once more