Sipping Tea
My sun-kissed hands wrap around this warm, steaming mug.
Bringing this mug to my eager pink lips,
The steam splashes on my rosy red cheeks.
The tea washes over my bubblegum tongue,
Warmly winding down my throat
Where it nestles in my stomach.
Even as the pathway that the tea followed
Has cooled,
I remain warmed.
Toasty down to my toes,
Cozy up through my cheeks,
Snug throughout my soul.
I can finally, freely, fully feel.
This poem is about:
Me