Saturday, December 31, 2011


Euphoria of lunch dipping biscotti
Engulfing a trial of desolation
These streams of the abandoned chai
Crumbs melting into a porcelain abyss

Absent of honey and steam
Sticking warm into a belly of froth
Attaching a tongue to thighs
In one Gulp, resting inside a levied surface

Filling eyes with something
Of intangible remain,
Mealtime has migrated to another hour
So far gone.

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

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