The boiling kettle leapt

off its stand. Dancing

to my feet, I

waltzed across to extend

hospitality to both cup,

tea, sugar and water.

Bubbling over, the cascade

broiled steam and aroma

of the single bag

porously embracing its liquid

death. Seeping sweetness

scented up making delight

the guiding light for

this interlude of delight.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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