#7 Sun Tea

Sun Tea


I steeped myself
in the warm sun
like tea brewed in sunlight.

You stretched out beside me,
as languid as my cat
on a sunny windowsill.

I wanted to cross
that distance between us.
"Your lips are sweeter than honey,"
I whispered.

You sighed and rolled away.
"I don't like tea," you said,
then got up and walked away.