Cups of Clay...

Bubbling tea

Ginger laced steam

Tingling nerves

Innocent smile

Cups of clay...

I ask

Where is it?

 Your piece of celebration?

Shy laughter

Crinkling crowfeet

I melt it

She says

And sell it to you

In these cups of clay...

Limitless riches

Blown in moments

Aimless glitter

My celebration

Endless nights

Relentless labour

A bag full of coins

Hers.

All of it

She drains down

In those little cups of clay...