In your command,

I sip the cooling tea—
Is this love?

My heart bends its knees,
Words fall silent,
Even the soft sunlight of the seasons
Cannot cover your shadow.

Waiting,
Sipping,
Even lips forget the warmth,
Yet I must follow your command.

Dreams sink into my eyes,
Caught between cold and heat,
My breath spreads like wings
Carrying your name.

Do you know your name, dear?