Vanilla and Licorice by Elissa Rosenthal

 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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Sweet Tea

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.