Tea, after

Posted on February 2, 2022 by michaelstephendaigle

A hand through tousled  hair

Light from eyes once dark

A twisted smile;

A pinch of tea leaves

The aroma drenched with earth and sweetness

You shivered, a tongue touched with honey.

Tea after absence

Tea, after.

About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I am the author of the award-winning Frank Nagler Mystery series. "The Swamps of Jersey (2014); "A Game Called Dead" (2016) -- a Runner-Up in the 2016 Shelf Unbound Indie Author Contest; and "The Weight of Living" (2017) -- First Place winner for Mysteries in the Royal Dragonfly Book Awards Contest.
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