It’s always a pleasure to feel your warmth
Your taste of green nature,
Organic matter, and roots

Leaves, flowers and stem
A sip invites me to the inner realm
Of the forests and oasis meadows
In the mountains, where your friends you leave

Left them to be here
Actually removed but you probably don’t mind
But here, in my mug, in my lips
In my mouth

For you, it must be a pleasure too
To fill the warmth and all the atoms of an animal
Supposing you feel
Then it’s lke sex

We’re both enjoying each others beings
Feeling the internals of my guts
And my soul

But there is no commitment
We just live this lovely moment for one day
But but but… it’s still wonderful

Sometimes, like yesterday
As an exception
It was not as good as ever

That is life
Even the greatest and most lovely things
Won’t always feel that great

It’s about tasting the good and the bad
About existing with what it is
At least thats the human condition

We feel a wider range of colors
Than a rainbow
Our psychology is complex, strange
Undescribable

That is the human condition
Unexplainable, good, bad
However, these are just words

Words are never enoug
To describe the existence of one
And of everything

I leave then now
To exist without the ink
To drink the rest
Of my already cold mountain tea.