New moon you came along tonight with messages confused.
You told me what you dream of, once again you left me bruised.
New moon I put the kettle on, it whistled while I bled.
New moon your brew was bitter-sweet, I choose Cherry Tea instead.
Hot and sometimes scolding, test me by temperature.
I learn to wait for tepid eau , burned mouth there is no cure.
New moon you have a way with words they trickle down my cup,
But cherry won’t allow for waste,
Crimson sweetness won’t give up.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2014