High Tea




Peppermint tea and Poppies


Longing looks and blue eyes


Feathered hats of birds I can’t describe


The sound of each sip-

a soft vibration of delicate lips


Pink rouge stained tea cup


The overlapping pattern of a thin mouth

that has sipped over and over again,

seeking the cool  singe

of Peppermint residue

on the back of a quivering throat.


Smell the sultry wave of caramelized sugar

as it sweetens the warm autumn air


Inhale and you will have found



without the concept of time 

to make you weep at the thought 

that this afternoon pleasure shall end.


Peppermint tea and Poppies

and no more longing for things that don’t exist,

for all beautiful things must eventually end.

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