tea poem

On a come down you were so sweet and kind
Drip Drop honey on my soul.

Sleep scattered eyes with crumble corners in early mornings
you cupped your hands around my heart and squeezed with quicken beats.
But not too quick like coffee caffeine hits.

Crisis slams ugly punches on my chest so I clutch you
stand with you. Suck life from you.

Between pages You're with me.
Tea

I talk over your steam about healing
feelings.

Smoke cigarettes and laugh-not with you-near you.
But tea, you're always there.

Recharge from your hot breath
pumping and warmth like bath tubs after storms.

Tea.
I'm sure I owe you a slither of my sanity.
If I had any.
Instead you have this poem from me.