It’s Tuesday and today, as I make the dreaded decision to diet, eat healthy and get back on the exercise, I am also cutting down on my one true addiction: Tea. So, to mark this truly spectacular occasion (and before I tire of a complete lack of caffeine at only 10 o’clock), here’s a poem for you that features exactly that.
It’s just like any other wake up call,
tired eyes, a teaspoon, and ‘Sweetheart,
was it one lump of sugar, or two?’
As I stir the liquid leaves, and milk,
of Polska, the birds
begin to awaken –
in the blooming Bartek
You stir from a pit of undisturbed sleep
in a heaven somewhere above my head, as
the floorboards begin to creep.
it runs away, leaving
leftover moments, of me,
imprinted upon your body.
‘Ubiegłej Nocy’ –
Monday morning, and
it’s just like any other wake up call,
tired eyes, and a teaspoon, but ‘Kochanie,
we’re not one lump of sugar, we’re two.’
Thank you for reading.
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