Sweet Tea
by Elissa Rosenthal
Lulling breezes glide against my puckered up flesh,
Leaning toward the cool embrace full of fresh,
Lillie's, old spring daffodils, morning tea pulled through mesh,
Let me keep this feeling of being blessed.
Looking out the window I do not feel alone,
Loving how this quite house now feels like a home,
Leave me and let me live with this feeling I have sewn,
Lifting up the piece of pottery I used to condone.
Lips filled with sweet fragrance and relished calm,
Lucky me to have this time of peace within my palm,
Little figures brush against the porcelain consuming the warmth of the dawn,
Living like this I know with not last long.
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