sometimes filled
2010/07/27 in poems
sometimes filled
by Tanner Brockwell
sometimes filled
a brim the lips
kissed the white porcelain thin
a brim to sip
the traveled leaves
from farthest shore
oh there was this
and then there was more
added sweet
then added cream
suspended drop
drips in falling free
round orbs deeply sweet
tumbling push a diving
free for falling
dip rushing whistling
splashing royal spray
the rich brew sweetened
with cream and you
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