Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Tea with a friend

We drink tea,
our voices talk over each other,
in familiar banter.

I laugh at the similar ways we know,
without knowing,
our sorrow and pain,
has a ring only two friends can hear.

The tea becomes bitter,
the sweets become sweeter.

We laugh at our insecurities,
fashion covers our truth,
but we don't care,
as we find common ground,
stay individual,
develop an intimacy,
that is not hidden behind masks.

Our friendship is spoken,
through words,
through senses,
through spirit.

We are transformed through the simplest of gestures,
we drink tea and find ourselves.

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