sensualitea

in the kettle

of my soul

i brewed your words

quietly
and

sweetened our exchanges

with my honeyed thoughts
then

i sipped this soothing concoction

and
felt the warmth of you

trickle

s l o w l y

down

my

throat

magna poetry with my baby

love,

when you offer

your young eyes

to me
the ground seems

to move

everything is magic

there is

the promise of bliss