To Tea!

A careful first sip,
Gentle pursing of my lip,
Tasting the sweetness
On my tongue
But not taking
Too much too soon,

The hot cup held up
Just close enough
To wet the tip
Of my nose,
Exhalations steaming
Up from the surface,

I dry the drips
And let out a
Satisfied and smiling sigh
As soothing warmth
Spreads down my throat
And through my chest,

I sit back and
Slip deeper into the cushions,
Breathing slowly
As I drink.

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