tea by the sea

This morning I woke

from a dream of drinking tea with you. 

It was dawn against the window open to the sea, 

mist hovering over our mugs, 

and lit candles in the tiny lamps
you were gifted from your umi's village near Agadir. 

Tendi had honey on her fingers, 

my feet were cold, you were staring at the waves
heaving back and forth. 

There was silence but it
beautified us.