Sea Glass 11/30

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Honey clings to a spoon
becomes alive in the tea

The cup riding my hand
like a wave on a hot beach

My fingers have memories
of heat, and a pent ache

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Note:

Like a mashup of Dali and Turner, seen through a cubist filter, the teacup sails on the waves. And all I did was go downstairs to get a mint tea with honey. It was hot and sweet and cut through the midnight.

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