crumbling cookies

the urge

to let the

borders of self blur

and invite indulgence in

 

the bridge

between submission

and subscription to

destiny and desires

 

crumbling cookies

between curled up feet

dipping crisps in potions

of teasing warmth and wit

 

comforting cuppas

melodious kettle whistles

smooth aromas fill empty spaces

with tender ginger tones

 

choices present

as binary options

gentle nudging of the

day into the night

 

or staying potently awake

the hours morph into blankets

of dreams, a psychedlic canvas

tossing into pillows of flashbacks

 

endless evenings

a desk, wafts of music

many silences, and an ennui

fingers hold the cup in a carress

 

the intoxicating impact

of a humble addiction

rejuvenating senses

revealing the secrets

 

of my helpless

submission to night caps

cocktailed into sleep readiness

and another cup of tea relished, yet again!

 

NaPoWriMo 2018 – Day 1

Secret Pleasure