Cups of tea

An infusion of neurons,

I’ll analyze your cup of tea.

Look at the bottom of your empty cup

To see what shapes I see

I’ll look for clues, like whose shoes

You try to fill. And more.

I’ll look for all the demons

who camp out on your floor.

I’m not put off, by dirty cups

The grit and dirt of life

I won’t discard the grinds when you

Tell me of your strife.

I’ll look for meaning in the shape

Of messages and pain

All your loves and loathes and

What hopes and dreams remain.

And when you think I saw too much

That I can’t stomach you,

I’ll wrap myself around your hands

And pour some tea for two.

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