Please have a deep gaze.
Eyes that speak of the ages.
That flash. That inhale.
I keep spilling tea
I don’t mind that I do
It is so Amber
Amber and peaceful running down my arm
Maybe it’s just late
Or that I could be clumsy
Clumsy and so cold
And I want the warmth
But I keep spilling tea
I would likely just watch you a lot
Approach you from time to time, I may
To touch and make certain you’re real
With words and sentiment fully spent
What more need be said
That leaves, fire, and ink have not already uttered