tea's ready, i love you

i make tea, 

partly in effort to steep my days-end in meaning

my true thirst is she,

the worth, 

of one hour 

is all sixty minutes of wanting her more absolutely; 

every day further, 

another day closer, 

for she, 

is beyond 

she is, 

waiting

she, 

like autumn, 

is approaching 

in season; 

so i, 

embrace summer 

its rains, 

its silence; 

only promise me a full moon - 

maybe two;

i've got the kettle on the stove  

and the frogs are harmonizing with the steady droplets of water from the tree branches 

night is here; 

i 

may not have been ready - 

but i will, 

forever be present, 

forever arms wide; 

i 

always said the best day for loving is today, 

and we

still have a few hours; 

wherever she is 

i only hope outdoors, 

to feel the fullness of the humidity 

and hear, 

the last scribbling of my pencil 

to the whistling that is coming from inside - 

tea's ready, 

i love you.