'My Cup Of Tea' Poem by reinalie jorolan

“My Cup of Tea”

My lips parted
in surreal anticipation
for a hot honeyed tea,
As its steam's little hands
pushed my eager breath away-
quite scornfully from that
implacable hot china cup.

Yet a force from within trudged my heart
to take one sip after another;
defying the gravity of surrendering,
carefully, as these thoughts unfold
gently like a lily in the spring,
spiralling towards a muted corner
where you are...

Yes towards where you are...
(MY DEAR...my VERY OWN CUP OF TEA)
My own thoughts after thoughts,
my very sip of enigma after another
My own implacable china cup of fear
whose honeyed steam can grapple me
In a soft unmindful surrendering...

As my thoughts circle around this reverie,
My hands are clasped in this hot cup of tea
While my heart is warming you, tenderly, in me.


date written: Nov 26,2006