Whispers of Tea Pot

The pot whispers,

Heart skipped a beat,

Igniting my senses;

Stomach wrapped in pretzels,

Disabling my defences.

Mind lost in thoughts,

Ignoring my pretences;

Soul trapped in phobia,

Delaying my responses.

A cup of tea, can be inspiratory,

In a place, of this tranquility. 

And the cup wonders. 

Cheers!

Hammett