purpose

 

My dear madam

earl grey with lemon tingles 

multitudinous taste buds so common

that seasoned teapots coo as tea leaves

carouse and raise a ruckus colliding with

intention bent upon releasing their souls in

pursuit of their singular purpose but add a bit of 

lapsang souchong and the teapot quiets in serious 

repose squiring the exquisite newcomers as earl grey 

bows in deference to pungent smokiness and

the masses give way to an acquired taste posh 

perhaps but do join me in a cup of milky builders shunning

leaves for the mundane bag in a hapless mug splashed 

with a douse of cold milk sprinkled by a shower of sugar

clutched in your freezing hands your body draped in

an afghan settled in front of my warm fire…

©kcasady2017