Drink From My Cup
Drink from my cup
The decadence you think you'll find
Sip it slow for you may be struck
By bittersweet swallows over time
The warmth of tea and tender heart
Drink my wells last droplet
Common vessel misses the mark
Liquid tender flows from goblets
Be wise when outer beauty imparted
For chalice is viewed in tints of scarlet
Though pure in heart and feigns erotic
Finds kindness mistaken for harlot
So as fancy as my cup though foreign
As sweet my drink may taste
Take each sip in meager portion
For poisonous honey hides in haste
Will you drink from my cup
My true and Holy Grail
Stand dazed and thunderstruck
Of all my accomplishments and where I've failed
Beware desire to reconstruct
Or judge what dwells in the mug of another
First walk in their shoes and drink from their cup
For there are annals untold to discover
Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2013
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