by Jeph Johnson and Jenna LaMere
I cradle my cup and saucer
as if I was holding your head
I close my eyes and feel its heat
drawing it to my lips
rubbing against it softly
I find it is the same
temperature as your body
curvature as your frame
my tongue gathers the sweetness
as some bleeds in my mouth
I savor it like your kiss
taking it in I feel your warmth
And it rushes through my body
filling me through and through
calming while reminding me
of my need for you
but you've gone and left me drinking
from the cup of someone new
a poor substitute for thinking
half empty is half you