Monday, May 21, 2012

tea time


Rain into a tea cup lapping at the lip
clearing the last grasp of the spun brim
ceaseless milky blue line humming below
the bulge of flawless skin bending light
sifted down through rent bellies of clouds
tender lens pressed into the palm poised
lightly on our shoulders biding time until
we shrug ourselves free in feint rising plumes.

No comments:

Post a Comment