Mania

The cup The mauve coloured love Filled with tea or coffee Impish and flirty Richly ripply Indulgence in anarchy Fascinatingly A festival of crimson glee Agelessly A cup of happy time Smile seated on sweet lime Tempting me to crime Of misappropriation for tasting rhyme Between hungry life and beauty Between desert and lemon tree Whether you agree or disagree Towards an aesthetic view The filigree I do With Byzantine hue On its obviously warm surface Sometimes shy sometimes shameless Sometimes suave sometimes reckless Making mystic lattices With pink brushes In bliss time passes The cup blushes Sometimes a spring gushes The thrushes lost in their music The clock ticks on Shadows grow taller Dews gather in the dropper As dusk walks in On your evening chin Time hushes As the twilight blushes On the golden rim As I fill it to the brim Night and day are gone astray In pursuit of the chimera Of my cup mania The night descends from the stars Among the firefly flowers The mania ascends And the two meet What a feast