I am not everyone’s  cup of tea   and I swirl    like smoke     anyway. Bitter. Sweet.  Thick.   Thin. Honey  sticky   on the tongue,Milk  warm   on the lips. Steeped too long,  spilled too fast,Loud  in the mouth,Soft  in the throat. Too much.  Not enough. I do not bend  for you.I bloom  in my own cup Sipped slow,  burning,   pleasure    and sting, Exactly  as   I am.

High expectationsWill never understand nowWill things ever change?