Afternoon tea

Do you still enjoy
the simplest of things -
the cup handle as delicately curved
as a child's ear between
your fingers

and china
getting gradually warm -Like
an asleep foot coming
to life- as you splash
your tea around?

Stop.
Notice,

How fate lies on your desk tangled
in a cup of coffee you drunk
two days ago then left
behind; how your shadow-glossed steps
feel surprisingly lighter than you do, this evening,
on a worn-out carpet that's as threadbare
as your feelings, perhaps; and how
picturesque your favorite book looks
lying half-open in one lazy
pose.

Do you ever wonder how different your tea smells
without mint added and how even your most
confined rooms feels vast with eyes
closed.

Breathe.

Doesn't september feel different
in your lungs?

Come and have your afternoon tea with me.

Come have your afternoon tea
with me, you'd tell me how resting
ones' head against cool marble can cure
even the worst of
headaches

and I'll tell you how marble feels
as smooth as the bellies
of airplanes under ones'
palm

We were not ugly, no,
our souls just looked better
on paper.