Sept/22

heat slowly wears off

the bubbling tea -

a freshly angry concoction

I pour it into a mug

that speaks of love,

a bonus

I stir in a spoon of sugar

clink

it calms down a bit

I cradle it in my hands

and blow into it with care

a barter of tenderness

warms my puffy eyes

sip

the cynic in me

is doused a little

unbridled