sip

Sipper of tea, cradled in wool
self satisfied in a silken womb
singing an ode to a mirror
frosted in honey herb steam
heat warms your white cheeks
and mist shields your soul

Ladle the comfort from your mug
snuggle in a blanket of smugness

Smile while the brew cools,
and take your tea alone

c. 2001, 2008 Evan Gilling

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