White tea hotter than the radiator humming
Smile sweeter than the sugar that you lump in
Your hands on my hip while the water heats up
Kind enough to hand me my favorite cup

Even if the smile is painted on
Even if the handle is chipped
Even if you send me away in the morning
Nothing better than the very first sip

Black tea cooling while we find all the clues
The failure of motion allows for a different view
The artist’s intentions were somewhat disturbing
The way that you kiss me just short of unnerving


Even if your hands shake
Even when I hold you tight
Even if you fall asleep before dinner
Pass me the honey, honey, and pass me a light

Green tea spilled while we steep our own Monday
Afternoon rain is your favorite kind of mundane
I let you spoon sugar even though I like it bitter
One taste of the brew and my heart is all a-twitter