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Silently
Sipping Tea
Inherently unconcerned
And uncommitted to toys
And things but still in love
With the thought of you,
Spoiled I suppose living
In this body that seems
To run on auto pilot
Always doing what it
Has to do,
Without me thinking
The breath keeps blowing
The heart keeps pumping
The blood keeps flowing,
Sensors tell me
When it’s hot or cold,
Pain or hunger, sleep
Or wake, and when I
Close my eyes everything
Comes into view,
Yes, I do see you,
Sometimes nearly naked
Silently sipping tea.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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