Tea bags still soaking
in chipped porcelain,
pecking at cracks,
and caressing stains
that linger in molars.
Finely ground specs,
those murky lovers
swim in slow circles,
synchronized spirals
that sing like sirens.
Eyes follow tenderly,
glazed with steam
and melting sugars,
still sipping away
at sunken lullabies.
About the Creator
Jamie Wilkinson
23 year old writer/poet from Montreal, Canada.
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