Our cup

Let me be

the sugar, for so long desired,
dissolving essence from my black tea.
nectar dancing a warm caress,
ensconcing the yearn from breast to waist.
a mother's milk, the healing flow,
bolstering legs across any tide.

I open my life , absorbing your thirst,
to surround your loneliness in a world of desire.

Pouring to waste what is no longer remembered.