Your cup of coffee
looks like a cup of tea.
The dirty water
with a brownish tint,
yet I can see my fingers
though the other side.
I SAY: Oh my God!
Your cup of coffee
looks like a cup of tea!
YOU SAY: Oh my tea.
Your cup of coffee
looks like a cup of God.
I SAY: God is a great
big cup of tea.
YOU SAY: Maybe your
cup of tea, but not mine.
Just please pass
the sugar and cream,
or just please pass
the sugar and lemon.

Private Ballerina

The first time I saw her,
was the most cherished moment.
For after taking just one glance,
I finally understood what love is.

She was surronded in music.
My eyes were fixed upon her face.
Her eyes were closed tight,
for the song guided her moves.

I yearn to have a dance with her,
to join our bodies with the music.
Still she knew the song too well,
but I never learn to dance.

Copyright 1996 Scott Jonathan Nixon. All rights reserved.