She Be a Poet: New Moon & Cherry Tea

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