Her Cup

How daintily she holds her cup And brings it to her lovely lips! How light, how gentle, now she takes Her drink in slow and little sips. And while her lips are on the cup, By accident she lifts her eyes; My eyes meet hers and for a while I feel like floating in the skies. She puts the cup back on the dish And looks at me now with intent. She gives a little smile, I blush, I also breathe her subtle scent. She’s gone. All that’s left is just her cup, Which she had held so lovingly, And still has marks of her sweet kiss That look at me so tauntingly. March 22, 2023