Sustenance and Heat

Sustenance and Heat

The steaming water
Accepts the tea bag
As I accept her.
She settles beneath my surface
Slowly
Delicately flavoring
Coloring my life.

Purposefully
I stir her
Into every part of me
Until it becomes impossible
To determine
Were I end and she begins.

I allow her to steep

Awaiting the moment
I may taste the sweetness
Of her presence.

All I desire is her.

My need is her.
And she remains
For as long
As I provide the sustenance
And the heat.