the grey poem

Poet’s Choice of Tea

Today’s Specials:

Lemon Ginger
sunrise, gentle
and warm
in his arms, I wake.

Strawberry
his lips
I kiss, I bite
the delicious fullness.

Green Tea
Smooth soft
twilight evenings
filled to the brim.

Honey
his skin,
texture and sensation
fire, under my fingertips.

Chamomile
seeds we chew, together
holding hands, discover
rainforest wilderness.

Black Tea
aching, yearning
nights
when we are apart.

Pomegranate
his laughter
that rises
through my soul, stirs.

Earl Grey
misty, smoky
his eyes
my poetry, can wait.

© SoulReserve 2017

Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter
And my throat
Is deep with song,
You do not think
I suffer after
I have held my pain
So long?

Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter
You do not hear
My inner cry?
Because my feet
Are gay with dancing
You do not know
I die?

—  Langston Hughes
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“Grey time-worn marbles

Hold the pure Muses;

In their cool gallery,

By yellow Tiber,

They still look fair.”

- Consolation by Matthew Arnold

I think a piece of me falls in love with anyone that I grow close to.
Suddenly all I want is to be with them. all of the time.
And then when I see them with someone else, it hurts. 
It hurts as if my heart was being ripped from my body.
Because it means that they are no longer mine.
But the truth is-
They were never mine in the first place.