Cupid's Tea

She loved black tea. He loves her. Wrote it for a contest!

blurred line between the sky and land
white snow tainted by gray clouds
a heart cracking in a dark room
with every beat it screams
hers! hers! hers!
.
he can see the bags below his barely open eyes
a trail of salt down his cheeks
in the sea of black tea
everything looked black but the outside was
white! white! white!
.
with trembling fingers he takes the cup
and moves it close to the mouth
not to take a sip, no
just to feel the tip of its endless edge that she once used to
kiss! kiss! kiss!
.
it smells like her
the curve of the cup was as smooth as her skin
pale like her slender arms
and the blackness inside was as cold as her tiny
hands! hands! hands!
.
in a way, drinking cold black tea was missing her and almost like kissing her.

Reviews

[Elizabeth Mars]

The juxtaposition of the girl with cup, as if the cup embodies the girl (at least embodies her to the man) is wonderfully done! I love the imagery and detailed description! Great work! (Also good luck in the contest!)

[Yahallo]

I'm glad you noticed the cup analogy! Thank you very much, for the review and luck in contest!

[Rye]

This is so wonderful and beautiful as well, so very well written

[Yahallo]

Thank you so much, it means a lot!