Wouldn’t you like a cup

of tea? I’ve squeezed all my pity into it.

Would you like to think about it

for a while? Would you like to

lay down in my heavenly bed and feel

the arms of the angels and the breath

of their souls? I’m going out, you can lie

there all you want, alone.

I won’t ask you questions, there’s

enough of our love left for that.

There’s even a little love in the tea,

you may drink it. There’s plenty more; it’s our

own special brew.

by Cher Bibler