my cup of tea
everytime I miss you all I can do is turn to God
the immense power of our distant physical love
becomes in truth a mystical love
a surrendering to the one we both arose from
in the strokes of my brush, the soft outpouring of colors
the amount of time I let my tea brew and slowly bring it to my lips
knowing it is just the way it is.
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