Mint and Chamomile Tea | Qumyka Rasheeda Howell

Silently listening
to words unspoken  
after each sip
 we take of tea  
the mélange of mint  and chamomile   
resonate tenderness  shared.   

Haze instead
of words
escape as your lips part.   

Merriment and careful
 banter hold time still.   
I hold my cup
finding comfort
in its warmth.   

Hair golden,
soft to the touch.   

I chase affection
 a notion
 in your eyes  
and find stories
of your beloveds.   

Innocence chronicles  
The Ganges river .   
A sea of children
await  to witness you.   

On bended knees,
 my heart smiles,  
through salt  
and ache

 I pray my love to never come back.  

Indian Review | Author | Qumyka Rasheeda Howell writes about love, spirituality, family, and my travels around the world.

Indian Review | Author | Qumyka Rasheeda Howell writes about love, spirituality, family, and my travels around the world.