Late Or

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

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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