Sweet Tea
by Elissa Rosenthal
Fragrant waters swirl in clockwise motion,
steaming from the brew.
Glasses fog with scents of vanilla and licorice,
bringing the desire to taste.
Lips meet warm liquid nourishment,
setting the heart in front of its' own private fireplace.
Muscles rest from their tight positions,
and melt into the cushions surrounding them.
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