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.








Beautifully penned, CG. A very honest write with amazing imagery my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian