pale to the bone
pale eggshells walking
to select you
my teacup
frail and frozen to be the chosen one
delicate blue suits
flowered corsage upon my wrist
scrolling silver patterns
gold rims shining
and handles ornate and plain
sitting along the wall
like a junior high dance
waiting
to be my lucky date for today's tea
orange and black and green
to drink and think
and be at peace
which one of you will I take with me?
pale to select the cup
that warms my hand and leads the dance
and finds a beautiful romance in
sipping mint and steeping leaves
gold watch clicking
silver sideburns peek
at how long it takes to be the chosen one
wanting for you to be everything
in this moment of honey and grace
it isn’t right that I expect so much
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