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.
I love high tea! 💕
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