A Secret Friend
Icy
Cold
Yet even the site of you can be refreshing
soothing, calming
or can fire up my mind and leave me exhausted for sleep
with no hope of finding it.
You tantalize, long, golden brown
or flip, black, turning back all light
You can burn me,
bubble over me as I poured over you
in making you.
And yet, yet
you are what I long for on the way home from a long journey
a half spoon of sweetness, takes off your edge.
Omnipresent, at the dinner table, with friends,
at celebrations and funerals
always my hand wrapped around you
I taste you, and I sigh
how I love thee,
Tea