Teacups by Anonymous

Another slow sip of hot honey lemon tea.

It scalds my lips, but the heat rolls down my throat

Following my arms, elbows, fingertips,

Down my stomach and into my toes

So, I risk the burns

The flowers printed on the porcelain china grow

Inside my ribs and blossom along my spine

Filling in my haunted hollow like a child filling in her coloring book

I can feel them bloom in my chest

budding blossoming bursting

The humming of the bees drawn to the flowers inside me,

It causes laughter to erupt from within

Deep heavy bliss from their silvery wings tickling my bones

They dance in my soul, flying from one porcelain flower

To the next