Love and Tea Cups

A love poem, inspired by some hand-painted crockery at the arts and crafts market here in Cambridge.

Love exists
in a teapot
pour you, pour me.
Cold hands wrap
around the cups
we bought at the
Cambridge market.
Fingers feel the heat,
lips taste the lovely bitter.
Cheeks flushed in steam
our eyes meet –
just another Sunday morning.


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