Ravenous Tea, Incompetence of Me

I burned my tastebuds on a tea filled of flower

Photo by Elena Leya on Unsplash

Steam slithered excessively

as if mocking my ambition

I’ve always held an incompetence to patience

Perhaps it was about time I’d gotten what I deserved

I cooled my tongue with a taste of loaf filled of banana and caramel

Between taste and breath,

I eyed the floral tea, bashfully

and silently searching for consent

Soon,

the only proof of loaf existence showed itself as cinnamon-sprinkle remnants;

I’m thankful to have weathered the steam

For I decided on a second attempt at ambition,

My finger slipped,

and soon found this ravenous tea in my lap

when attempted for my lip

My incompetence to coordination would grow Philippe Petit shameful

as I’d make an awful tightrope walker,

Destined of obtaining merely a glimpse at a short career endured.