a drink that's too hot

Words for the lonely and words for the wise
scholars and blue collar workers
lovers in disguise
she came in like a thief
stealing hard earned dignitiy
washed her hands clean of the dirty work
and dusted off her wings
touching the rim of her cloak won't heal you
but at least it'll make you feel alive
her heart beat sounds like the drums used in music
only people who have traveled know how to buy
she swallowed up the laughter and drank up the light
she whisphered and and he shivered when she said "you're curious"
Bitter tangerine and elusive blue,
painted the smiling budhas and Enoshima
Wrapped up nicely and worn by a man in a feathered cap
looking down on it all saying, "all answers are found in books."
Mirrors slow you down when you can't touch your reflection
it's through the seasons of life that you can learn to testify
you can reach the sky, or some other transparent nothingness that exists around you
She's getting older and he's still wondering when she'll come around
Kettle's on the burner and two cups have tea bags
waiting for the hot water
One and a half spoons of sugar and a twig of mint
He knows how she likes it
"you're curious"
"you're curious"
And if you see your reflection in the shimmer of a cup of tea
then it's time to take your afternoons
and digress into Prufrock and other literary stories
to fill you're time because all the while you try to fill your mind
she'll keep standing there taunting you and making you feel like reaching
into the sky that books don't have answers for
inevitably burning your tongue on a drink that's too hot.