You have absolutely no idea how much you set my soul on fire

admiring the freckles on your skin
I want to feel everything
when you said you wanted to make love to me
I could feel the heath rushing to my cheeks
and when I felt your fingers trace my skin like poetry
over parts of me that are supposedly broken
all of me that isn’t enough
with every kiss you remind me
the heavier the sin
the sweeter the touch

I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.

Green Tea

A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul

Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.

So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...

Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.