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

Heaven

Frozen

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.