Paper Wings

You say it is not your

cup of tea as you bring it

from the saucer.

Is it not the same liquid

in my cup?

The same brew that

starts from water and wants

only to be drunk?

I must have added more

cubes, must have

spiked it with my honeyed

hopes if our

tastebuds differ so.

Or perhaps it is as simple

as your bitter being

my sweet.

How pretty of a thing

to be held and chosen as

someone’s cup of tea.

-A.J