White Pear Tea with the tiniest bit of honey
even my cup is pleased to serve it
crush a leaf of mint and allow it to float
I wander so
drifting in thought to so and so
Oh me!
no words from his mouth touched my ear recently
no words at all
thoughts touching my mind
but his? or mine, reaching, wishing
filling in that very large void
my own breast rises with the image
lungs filling for a long soft sigh
why oh why, one wonders, harbor a ghost?
the tiniest bit of honey on the tip of my finger
I licked it off easy
with the tip of my tongue
the sigh, long and slow, carried the thoughts away