Never One to Sip

My tongue

Didn’t talk

To my stomach,

Which didn’t talk

To my brain;

Which didn’t whisper

To my heart

These wise reverberations:

“I’ll just sip,

Until my lips are rosy;”

And a blossom of a  smile appears.

I’ll just sip until there springs a trickle;

As relaxed as a waltz;

Gliding from tart to sweet,

I’ll just sip until the quake

Underneath my navel subsides,

And the once hushed neurons

Slowly reveal the truth.

I’m shouting inside, silently

No wonder…..I’ve never been one

To sip.

 

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