Timothy's Peach Tea

Wed, 07/09/2014 - 22:56 -- socytko
I wish that I could
feel you like the steeping of
my tea leaves; diffuse
you into my veins. Sadly,
I’m not worth your precious time.
 
You are quixotic.
A true water color tat-
too that is stained
underneath my porcelain
capillaries. All is fair
 
when talking over
peach tea- your favorite. Steep
yourself into sun
kissed white, opaque teacups from
my grandmum.  I am verbose.
 

 

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