Shall I Compare Thee to a Cup of Tea?

Zoe Hammick

i think about you in as many ways as tea comes.

you are a cup of cinnamon, a fire in the throat, bubbles in the stomach, and my mouth craves a sip of your dark saccharine.

you are a cup of green as you joke there is more tea in the cupboard, but you are all of them and there is only space for you.

you are a cup of lavender and honey, natural and sweet as you wrap me and my tired lungs into a gentle sleep that lasts the night.

you are a cup of english breakfast, beige as you like to say, you energise me, keep me going until i feel happiness again.

you are not for everyone, but you’re just my cup of tea.