She pours from
a teapot that in
epochs lost was
glossy and cast
thorough colours. Subtly
igneous, it
gradually fused to
her hands.
Nowadays -
dessicated contours
tilt its tarnished
bulk - and a
dull, calcified drip
persists, overfilling myriad
leftover, miniscule
teacups - staining noble
nighties of myriad
leftover, miniscule
men