A SIP

If for a cup of tea
Love dances in freedom 
Look not to mine eyes

Not sugar nor tea leaves
Could feel oozing of love
From the heart of the cup

So close the journey
Is, but seperated
In cry and silence

The proximity, where
Soul resides in pain
And, pleasure alike

A salty streak, dug
The path from the eyes,
Journey through the cheeks

So near and so far
Beholden I stand
In ever willingness

A sip quenches
The thirsty soul
Of all THAT was