You Speak Poetry

You speak poetry liquid as fragrant tea poured boldly from steady hand. I sip at your words, savoring the sweetness of each syllable and swallow smoothly the rhythm of each verse jealously lingering over the last drop, loathe to come to an end of it all and place empty cup in cold saucer. You speak poetry drowning out the noise of the faucet’s cleansing water overflowing into empty china cups. You speak: poetry.