I was unaware

By
the tea cups go clink clink a -- clattering

into the saucer craters,

our pinkies held high in the air.
crisp words slide smooth between pairs of pinked lips


from me to you- and quietly,


you tiptoe deep




down


into my heart’s lair.





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