My Cup Of Tea Poem by Peter Swan

My Cup Of Tea



She sits there
like a Zen bhuddist
but I see Marilyn Monroe
My hands around her curves
thoughts hot and steamy
momentarily distracted
the slam of plate wakes me
its the jealous eye of apple pie
now I'm torn with indecision

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