Do you hear the spoon grinding
on porcelain cup?
Do you have too much sugar
or do you not have enough?

I recall moments ago 
when I dipped and stirred
Tell me when to stop,
just give me the word

Conversing and sipping
and staring and smiles
Friendship and napkins
and sugar in piles

The clanging of secrets
and china, antique
This is my absolute favorite
time of the week

This is my last cup,
I’m sorry to say
Won’t you join me for tea
another day?