Fantasy Tea
Sit and have some tea.
Think of me.
Should you add more sugar,
Or have you put too much?
Is there not enough strength in you to resist
This persistent, yet non-existent, touch?
One cube, two, or three?
Think of me.
How sweet do you want it to be?
Can you not see? An excessive degree,
Of that sugar will rot out your teeth.
Believe me
I know.
Don't worry its not over now.
I won't let go.
You've made me a part of you,
With all of your thoughts untold and,
As old as we are when we're old,
I will have some tea
And think of you,
Sweetest saccharine like honey.
I'll sit at the bar of the place that I stay.
Early in the morning before begins the day.
Sipping on tea, soothingly setting me at ease.
And in the chair by my side there you'll be.
You'll look at me and say,
"More sugar please".