My matcha is steaming,
almond cookies repose
in a half-moon state.
Eyes closed, I become liquid
held in the bowl of the sun.
I must be careful–so close to bliss
I might evaporate into the blue
pure emptiness.
My matcha is steaming,
almond cookies repose
in a half-moon state.
Eyes closed, I become liquid
held in the bowl of the sun.
I must be careful–so close to bliss
I might evaporate into the blue
pure emptiness.
What a cool poem. Loved every line for sure!
What a beautiful poem <3