Unbirthday

Noon simmers a chamomile lavender Like the summer rain that resembles diamond tears The tea pot serenades my senses with aroma rays of hope My favorite mug sports a Sunday best just waiting for service to begin Your Saturday mug is game time ready in a classic all white number You are spreading the sandy toasted bagels with butter and avocado I don’t see all the fuss over avocado, I think its overrated But the way you, avocado takes my tastebuds on a 5-course meal in one bite Let’s trade the second bite for a kiss, maybe a couple While three spoons of honey steam relax the tea Two for me and one for you You would always preach, tea tastes more alive with milk and honey Like the leftover promises passed by spoon with the arms of forever My first sip would reminisce, Forever wasn’t complete until your rib became the spine That’s when I noticed Forever only lasts until the bottom of the cup So, why not free fall into the sanities of this moment until the end sees tomorrow And perfumes the conversation that follows a warm cup You ever, notice how tea tastes better when you’re with that someone Your senses heightened Hearing her nerves raindrop on the table by way of tapping fingers Dancing a classical slow sway Swaying like everything I ever wanted love to be, drizzled with a golden flavor Your darling sways like the taste of vanilla The way it compliments everything, like eyes that inspire reassurance The purest flavor only has one ingredient You, That is to say, God and you is all I need A trinity Psalms would sing And I would just karaoke: I can’t breathe without your pen next to my poetry This is the offering Let’s sacrifice the need to fit in as if the Art love is trying to photograph while watching us could ever be replicated Our heart was never meant to sing in their key, so throw it away Leave the door open for random possibilities because the heart doesn’t look at the schedule This is why Paint could never brush the color of our love Photos could never capture the smile of two hearts becoming one Silence always shows my thoughts trying to get dressed You noticed was perplexed, asking what thoughts are trying to overthrow your thrown The waves of locked feelings clash All I want to do is tell you about the little boy who wants to teach the man how to fly But time is flying by so fast I forget to use my wings So, I search for the note tucked between the pages of a book you told me to read The note plants courage The note reads keep going, no matter what I know you are going to be great because we’re a team So, I hit the runway of emotions to U-turn back to your question Insert a long pause I’m thinking about you What about me? The way the hot water from the tea pot causes the flavor to sky dive from the tea bag Is the same way my feelings pour from my heart when I’m next to you Dispersing through my bloodstream into goosebumps that feel like mountains when I’m trying to explain how you do… This thing when you’re talking, where your bottom lip curves a quiver like a flower petal That turns up the volume of my love but keeps me silent So silent, I could hear the question before it left your lips She asked what’s something weird about you My response fell like honey tears Ummmm; Sometimes I’ll put tea in my ice cream She said that’s not weird, dig deeper I said fine: I still remember the shape of how you blushed when I said I love your eyes The shape? Yes, your cheeks rosed into a diamond, so I let my lips apply some pressure Seeing if roses could make the diamonds bleed Then I would just add an additional kiss to the cheek to band-aid Any fallen petals She looks astonished while leaning forward before she can even get the words out What are you waiting for poet, KISS ME! In that moment I wanted her lips on mine like the rain skating down the window Her sugar honey is TEA A queen so I’m willing to drown in her nectar I haven’t written the perfect poem yet but if I did it would feel like her lips p.s. the tea is cold now…