I never get
enough
Even when I
think I do,
This soft
landscape I land in,
Not quite a
first bold step
Yet it stirs
me,
Bringing me
to a boil,
Waiting for
that moment
Before it
pours out,
Scalding,
Filling up
with the tea leaves lay,
I sip slowly
to keep
From burning
up inside,
Needing to
get down
To the tea
leaves again,
And fate,
I sip deep
the steam
Feeling it
boil me up
Inside,
I can’t get
enough,
Even when I’m
overflowing,
The need of
it,
How it moves
Around inside
me,
This thing,
This abstraction,
I can’t live without,
Boiling me up
until I burst.
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