The Buttery Crumbs of Love

What lies on the other side of teatime,

beyond the shadow of the cake stand?

Shall we kiss with these sugar tongs

or stab each other with tiny cake forks?

 

What does the future hold

post-toasted teacakes,

after the last cafetière has been poured,

when the final scone has gone?

 

Will there be nothing left on our plates,

not even some of love's buttery crumbs?

 

B.R. 31/05/2016

 

 

"The Badger #3, Afternoon Tea No. 12" by minu