My Cup of Tea: A Poem for Valentine's Week
Valentine’s Day 2015 at Black Mountain Dance Center (now Southern California Ballet)
As I sit here
gazing out the window,
longing for what isn’t there,
teacup burning my thighs,
I think:
Love is like a cup of tea.
The longer it steeps,
the stronger it gets.
Loose leaves elude the infuser,
creating a chaotic, caffeinated abyss.
They are obstacles for my tongue
that my mind learns to ignore.
Lips warming on the fresh cup,
I cannot help but think of him.
A garish lipstick stain appears and leaves a mark
no scrubbing can remove.
Dancing at La Jolla Shores with an old friend on my 18th birthday in 2016
