Cup

It was around the touch
of my testicles dropping
when I was soaked to
the brim of her breath
that the sunrays gassed milksparks
from our freezing Frosties
and evaporated her lips
in a puff of snuff-movie fluff dust

It was around the taste of all the threes
when the leaves in my coffee
sang brown and green
that my new girl chirped a sugary nest
into the crack in my cup
and stirred it with a twig

We mixed golden saffron and crocus honey
with two rich pearly spoons
enamelled in Her Majestys beeswax
but it was merely a marinade
that flavoured the famine in our souls

Soon she would croak, The Fat lady Sings

and it caused my cup to crack up and leave



Now..well...I bought a new cup
and a thermal winter blanket
It`s gonna be a cold one,
coldest for me in twenty years