You Speak Poetry

You speak poetry liquid as fragrant tea

poured boldly
from steady hand.

I sip at your words

savoring the sweetness of each syllable,

swallow smoothly the rhythm of each verse
and jealously linger over the last drop,
loathe to come to an end of it all
and place empty cup in cold saucer.

You speak poetry
drowning out the noise of the faucet’s cleansing water
overflowing into empty china cups.

You speak: poetry.

Author's Note

I'm open to all constructive criticisms.