Sunlight melts across the cream-like walls
shadows new fall into the wood floor
the distant chant of traffic far below
echoes through halls of the hermitage
the warming day is cool despite the sun
I lift the shirt from where it sits in light
covering my back with its soft thread
savoring its scent upon my arm
the water boils and rises into steam
sweetness in my hand in golden cup
I hold the flavor on my lips and eyes
I hear your voice, and longing, drink it up