.

He stared at his cup of tea
Not one of those fancy blends
just plain everyday tea
Nothing quite as stimulating as coffee
He had to give that up
It was the memory of the spoon 
He could take no longer
And how it disappeared behind those red lips
The ones that melted into his

If he closed his eyes he could still feel it
The intimacy,
The passion
The quiver that ran through his being
causing his body to speak in silence

One would think memory fades in time
but some things are timeless
like the pressing of bodies
and the langaugue spoken in the transference

You can study the Tantra, The Kama Sutra
Yet still never experience perfection
Or as some might call it, Kundalini

He never read a word about it
Or even knew it existed
Until
Her
Until
Their joining
where no defininition could describe
the assension of mind, body and soul

So now he just sips his tea
and wonders if he will ever have coffee again