Poem #2,779 | Tea in a mug

Tea in a mug – propped up
in my bed – a scent left off
you [two hair grips tipped
on their sides other clues]
& your head turned to me
to put your lips to mine – I
sip my hot brew as rubs &
touches replay enough to
shift my centre up from its
lolled state [this is waking
as it should be] – risings to
a night’s recalls re-sipped