WElder

You came for tea and I didn't miss notice.
Every line in your eye heard voice in chorus.
Lips I've seen and recognized, your locks of
hair went missing in disguise but your eYes
told no lies and I saw you. Hands Creator.
Yours were glowing the smirk in your nose
was itching of the knowing and I felt you.
Sweat on your chest from the running and
the scent of you in my ears are humming
then I see you. In shock I stand before you
blinking in silence I adore you, walking to
the sea I can hear you, calling to Me is THE
WElder.

Turning back time you saw me hear you
here in the tea when the brewing was thru.

"you asked for HOT, tea"
"and your handS CAN touch fire"