Thursday, January 24, 2013

Tea Tales

I bought myself a mug for work.
Ceramic. I don't know what kind of mud/clay has been used.
It is the colour of faded mud with faint, pretty flowers on it.
The rim is smaller than the one I like to drink tea from at another house.
This mug that I shall keep in the office doesn't hold much black tea.
It suits the rest of the arrangement on the table.
It will look good in the balcony, I should think.
With select conversations.
Like how I imagine
I would like/
When we're speaking/
the light of a bottle/

of intelligent wine.

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