Tea Wine
I lower my mouth like a prayer
to this steaming cup of tea.
My spine tingles as the warmth spreads
through my chest, makes my body a furnace
in this freezing autumn room.
I sip again and again,
this is my communion wine
this is my sacred place—
God, make me still
make my heart fill to all its depths
let no part of me be untouched
by the warmth of this tea
and the stinging chill of the air outside
on my cheeks.
God, I am holy
God, I am rising above the places I felt I
deserved to stay and
reaching past the limits my history
imposed on me.
God, I am meeting you,
our hearts like vapor melding together
until we are one.
You are breathing me,
filling your lungs with my desires
I am shaping you
and you are shaping me
and like the roots of an old oak
we grow together
twisting around each other in ecstasy.
Moriah Brown is a poet, novelist, and full-time student at Syracuse University working towards a degree in creative writing. Her poetry has been published in Creation Magazine, The Woolf, and The Passionfruit Review, among others, and has also been featured in Alchemy and Miracles Anthology and Bimbo Feminist Anthology. She is from Fort Worth, Texas, and loves writing, birds, and her cat Nala.
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