Tea
By Sabayo MatikuPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Sweet and open—honey and dew.
A scratch, a golden burn on the tongue.
Melange of orange, creamer, and caffeine.
Small nibble on my cloying cake.
Too much too quickly could prove fatal.
A waterfall of flavor, feeding the
Endless expanse.
Death by tea.
Strength, not only in heat, but in softness;
An acquiescence of taste.
Through drip and dribble I can breathe,
Further and further into my cup I fall.
By separating steam and sunlight
I know what it is to taste.
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.
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Comments (1)
I love drinking tea all day long. :)